Barn Swallow |
This is especially vexsome since their nests seem to contain mud, which wreaks havoc on the fan innards.
Barn swallow on a shepherd's hook |
Note to self: Painting porch ceilings blue--an Southern old trick to fool spiders and wasps into nesting elsewhere--does not work with barn swallows.
So, now they're here. A nesting pair.
The other day I was feeling a bit puckish and turned on the porch fan while the swallows were away from their roost. I was quite proud of myself until the swallows began swooping through the porch, trying to gauge the speed of the fan to get to the nest. Chagrined, I turned off the fan.
Barn swallow nest atop my porch fan |
And then, I will scrape the nest off the top of the fan motor. A sensible person would devise some sort of guard to prevent the swallows' return. Most certainly.
But I'm not known to be sensible.
I tend to follow my heart. I have built my dream house in a terrible economy. I am trying to make the ancestral land into a working farm again with little to no experience in farming. I am . . . trying to build a nest on a ceiling fan motor, with the metaphorical blades whirling a perilous pirouette.
So, they're staying, and so am I. I think they have a lesson to teach me about persistence.
That's it from the farm this muggy morning. What's happening with you?
Nancy
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