Yesterday was feeding the swallows. No matter how many times I do that, it's a delightful way to spend part of an afternoon. There fearlessness always amazes. I know they won't, but I am always convinced at least a couple times that a collision is coming. Velvet jets, impeccable maneuverability, one of God's creations to make engineers jealous. I have no idea how they connected with humans and lawnmowers somewhere in the past, but I am thrilled that they did. Who knew that mowing the back of The Acres could be an aerial art show? And with the rain coming today, the timing was perfect for me. And for them as well, I guess. The meadow will need cutting again soon.
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