I have taken many photos of perched swallows over the years:

However flying swallows is another matter. They dart in and out, up and down with no guaranteed direction. Here’s what a previous attempt looked like:

I did get a reasonable mating sequence last year:

and another of Cliff Swallows gathering mud for nest building:

Here is what I got on this day at Humber Bay:

Some other opportunities to photograph flyers appeared:

Other birds:

Full sun brought the turtles out:

NATURE POETRY

After the winter rain,  
Sing, robin! Sing, swallow! 
Grasses are in the lane,  
Buds and flowers will follow.    – Ina Coolbrith (1841–1928)

Miles Hearn