I found one of the female barn swallows in the flower bed this afternoon... she was just laying there in the mulch, looking very pretty, but also very dead. The nest that's above that corner of the flowerbed is now without the female of the pair. The male is still sitting there, but I'm sure he's not going to be sitting on the tiny eggs that the female has left behind. My guess is that the bird flew into one of the porch columns... they fly around the porch so fast at times that it's a wonder there aren't more dead birds out there every day.
I picked up the dead bird and showed it to my husband....... the colors of the bird's feathers are an iridescent blue with white and black markings.... very very pretty, and it's such a delicate bird. My husband asked me if I was sure that it was dead. Well, she had been laying motionless in the dust-pan for about twenty minutes before I showed it to him, so that's about as dead as the poor bird can get.
"Well," said my husband, "she's in a better place."
Oh. Does that mean all dead female birds go to SteinMart?
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