They are diminutive and familiar creatures of summer, mighty mites of mosquito destruction, chittering constantly, swooping and diving to catch prey on the wing, swift to return to mud and twig nests beneath our eaves, on the sides of our barns, just above our heads on front porches, beneath highway overpass bridges to feed their young. They are swallows of the barn or cliff variety, and it see...
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