The little thing was clearly a Cliff Swallow, too young to fly although it tried. I knew there were two Cliff Swallow nests nearby, in the eave of the milk room, and I wondered if I could put it back into one of them:
Alas, both nests were gone. I have no idea what could have happened to them or what, if any, predator could have destroyed the nests. That's when I saw a second Cliff Swallow baby:
They were not happy to be picked up and it appeared that both parents were circling overhead, scolding me, so I put them safely out of the way of the mower but near the old site of the nests. The next day I only saw one baby and never did learn if one or both survived. Swallows are wonderful parents, though, so I figured the babies had a chance:
One side of the pear tree is gearing up for a bumper crop and the other side is producing also, though not as heavily:
The sun was just coming up and breaking through the clouds one morning, and I decided to take photos of the glorious skies:
Living amid such beauty is one of life's great joys:
People have marveled at the heavens from the beginning, and I continue to marvel now:
I find it easy to see how people find meaning and inspiration in the beauty of the sky. It certainly is majestic:
My Tree Hydrangea is beginning to bloom. Many of last year's dried flowers were still attached, so I clipped them off to make room for the new flowers:
Goldenrod has begun blooming. There are so many species that I don't even try to identify them although I do notice the different styles of flower heads as the season goes on:
Joe-Pye-Weed is mixed in along with the Goldenrod. What a summer this has been!
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