Peter Pan flight school had several graduates this week as all the wee BarnSwallow babes took to the skies!
One by one, little birdsies held their breath and lept from the comfort and safety of their mud daubed nest and into the blue, blue skies; up, up and away! First there were 5.
Then there were 3...
But this little fellow wouldn't take the "plunge".
Despite the encouragement of nestmates and parents and aunties and uncles, dear little birdie number 5 remains in the nest.
"I am ever so lonely. Where oh where, did everyone go?"
All of the young, new aviators swoop past little Mr. Lonelyhearts nest, on the hour, admonishing him to:
"Come along, come along, it's GREAT up here in the vast, clear skies! You simply won't believe your eyes!!! There are things called trees, and bees and clouds and seas! Other flying things to eat, really crunchy, tasty treats! Let's go!!!!!!"
But little Mr Lonelyhearts just sits on the edge on his nest.
This patient reporter will keep a vigilant eye and camera at the ready.... if and when birdie number 5 takes flight.
Baby birdie 5 has flown the coop! I must admit to feeling a bit of the empty nest syndrome here. I have been a constant and fascinated observer from the very beginning, as Pinkie and Keziah BarnSwallow built their nestt within the comfortable viewing off my porch dining area.
But here is the good part. At around 8:00 each evening, all the wee ones fly back to this nest and spend the night cuddled up to each other!
I love them.