I sometimes come back to look at my blog posts. I enjoy the memories of some of the images.
We were abundantly blessed to have Swallows nest on our porch again. This time, their chosen location let us look right at them from the front door. One of the young died, so only four babies fledged. I call Barn Swallow young, Little Taters. Why? I don't know.
This picture was interesting. I couldn't really tell what was going on. This parent landed in the nest and I started taking pictures. Was it yawning, or was it screaming, "Why can't I be fed?"
