Ode to swallows

How I love their acrobatics, the blue gleam of the tree swallows, the amazing mud dwellings of the cliff swallows, and the wonderful expressions of the barn swallows. I can watch them for hours skimming their way across the Wakarusa Wetlands, the Kaw, and Clinton Lake. Click on pictures (tree swallows) to enlarge.

© Chris Taylor

© Chris Taylor

 

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Tree swallow and the haunted nest box

This particular bluebird box is a hot property this year. Earlier in the spring, I watched two bluebird couples fighting over it, but I never saw what looked like nest-building. This guy let me know that this box belongs to him. I generally keep pretty far back so as not to disturb any activity. Apparently, pretty far back was not far back enough. I took a few pictures, then gave him his space. When I went back to this spot a couple of weeks later, it looked unoccupied again. Perhaps it is a haunted nest box. Click on pictures to enlarge.

© Chris Taylor

© Chris Taylor

© Chris Taylor

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The barn swallow gang

I had a great time Friday watching barn swallows circling, diving, twirling and doing all the wonderful things barn swallows do. No wonder they call them aerialists. These young ones were hanging out near a ditch full of water that was swarming with insects, which probably explains why they seemed to be enjoying themselves so much. They seemed to be taking turns landing on the little bridge, resting for just a second, then diving off again. Click on picture to enlarge.

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