|Me, on July 12|
|Inquisitive tree swallows, April 26|
|Mating moment, May 20|
|Celebration and vows, May 20|
|Nest building, May 20|
|Morsel for a young chick, July 6|
Before long I was able to get up to the portal to look out at the world. Sometimes Dad gave me a tidbit on the wing.
Mom was good at it too. I was hungry all the time.
I let them know what wonderful parents they are, and that I'm working hard to join them as a full-fledged swallow.
I want to be just like Dad. He's the best flier ever. He's strong, fast, and handsome. He's always alert to guard our home.
My wings are starting to grow big like his. One day soon I'm going to sail out into the air on my own. I have to be ready, because I'll never come back. I don't even get to practice. Everything has to be right the first time.
Dad says I'll do fine.