Leaving the Nest

More body than beak!

The swallow fledglings are preening this morning, and I wonder if they will still be in the nest when I return from church.  Before we moved to the farm, I had heard of barn swallows, but nobody warned me about fan swallows.  From our first summer here, swallows have built nests on the motors of the ceiling fans we installed on the front porch.  The back porch fan had gone unnoticed--until this year.

I'd not really paid much attention to the front porch nests--out of sight, out of mind, you know--but this year I've had a front-row, well living-room sofa, view of the story.

By Any Other Name

I'm not really fond of my name, Nancy.  It's the name of a comic strip character.  It's the name of an extrovert.  It's a nickname rather than a real name.  It's . . . it's . . . it's not me.

Rainy Day Plan

Ahhhhh!!!!!

It was supposed to rain today, so I gave myself the day off.  Yes.  Really.  I did.  Unfortunately, the rain did not arrive until mid-afternoon, so I burned a lot of daylight.  I have a plan, however, and, for once, I plan to follow it!