Just this morning, I wrote about how I missed the first brood of Barn Swallows leaving the nest.
But then, coming back from lunch out with Jon, there was a family of Barn Swallows roosting on the old basketball hoop on the barn.
The mother flew away as soon as she saw me come close. She swooped around me like sounding her warning.
But I got a picture of her four fledglings before they too, all at once, flew away.