There was a lot of activity early this morning around the swallow nest in the eaves of the old bunk house. I went out to see what was going on. There, on the ledge of the mud nest, was a single baby. It looked at me for a few moments, not very concerned, and then launched off and flew away. The last of the babies, apparently. The nest is now empty.
Meanwhile, Over in the Sanctuary State
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