Somewhere over the rainbow...

It seems strange to open the curtains to empty skies. For weeks now the air has been filled with swallows, streaking and shrieking across the blue. Several days ago great gatherings of swallows lined the telephone wires. The air was full of expectancy, so I was surprised to find the swallow babies and their parents back to roost. Two days later, opening the shed, the babies were in a state of great excitement, flying from one end of the shed to the other. That night the shed was quite, a single adult returned to roost. The next day he did not return either. “One swallow doth not a summer make”  but their absence does indicate that summer’s end is here. So “Farewell” swallows – until your cries rend the skies announcing summer’s sweet return…

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