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
