my visiting swallows

Swallows live in the building I have just moved into. There are three nests over the balcony. (This makes placing the little camp chairs I have out there a judicious choice mainly dictated by spots that are not directly under Swallow spots.)

The swallows like some of the pipes that run through the really high outdoor ceilings and sit on them mornings and evenings and today a bunch of them came and sat on the balcony railing and were sunning themselves and preening their wings when I came out for a smoke. They put up with me for a bit, which surprised me, I thought they’d take flight when I came out the door but maybe they are getting used to me. I was quiet and they stuck around a while on the rail, then took off for higher roosts to keep an eye on me from above.

At night, they sleep in their nests which are very high up mud concoctions stuck to overhead beams in the building’s open corridors. I wonder how the swallows make those nests, they are little birds who make big (for a swallow) mud nests and I wonder how the swallows get mud together to make those (big if you are a swallow) nests. It must take a lot of trips. They are conscientious builders, I guess.

I thought I would look up what the swallows mean in spirit animal terms because the swallows visit and we spend so much time together on the balcony these days. The stuff online is very cool. New life, new transitions, loyalty, harvest, good fortune. Yay!

The swallows can share my balcony anytime.

Though maybe they think they are sharing their balcony with me.

I am the new one here.