Barn Swallows

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The Barn Swallow


Nature's Aerial Acrobat

by
Lewis Smith

More than any other bird,
with the possible exception
of the Turkey Vulture,
I treasure its presence.

Natural elegance.
Photograph copyright 1999, Greg W. Lasley
Hirundo rustica

 

The Barn Swallow really earns its keep -- aesthetically and as a practical matter. They come early in the year and stay late, endlessly patrolling my grounds for things that, without them, surely would be driving me nuts -- buzzing around my head, crawling down my neck or biting my arms and legs. All while the Vultures soar majestically overhead and keep the place from stinking up. (More about them in November.)

 

Bugcatching. . .

Who you gonna call? BugBusters!
Lewis Smith © 1999

One of the best things about the Barn Swallow is their entertainment value. When I'm really old, not just partially, I'd hope to be wheeled out onto the porch. . .

. . .and preening.

Cleaning time...
Greg Lasley © 1999

. . .there, I'd be perfectly happy watching a squadron of them put on a death-defying air show that would shame the Blue Angels or Thunderbirds.

Decoratively peaceful.
A rare moment...Barn Swallow pair at rest.
Lewis Smith © 1999

They're at it just about all day. Their near-disastrous swoops and hairpin turns are the "right stuff" if you're going to catch bugs on the wing. But, even when they're not feeding, they "go for it" in catch-me-if-you-can games just for the sheer fun of it. I'm convinced of that.

 

Lest I'm thought to deal in extremes, let me briefly say that I treasure all birds; however, some to me are just a little more special. For example, I have a Purple Martin house and loyal colony, and would be severely shaken if they abandoned us. They're close relatives of the Barn Swallow [BS], but I'm not sure the Purple Martins [PM] see them as social equals:

 

If they were Titanic passengers, the PMs would definitely be upper deck, while the BSs would be having a ball in steerage.

The PMs much prefer pristine condos, while the BS builds its own humble mud and straw place...  preferring eaves with rough surfaces, a platform under a porch overhang, or barn rafters - all fairly near a water/mud source.

Hundreds of trips made this nest...
The perfect nest...close to a ceiling.
Lewis Smith © 1999

 

The mud (here caliche) and straw nest is the result of hundreds of trips to a nearby tank, where the adult pair also drink, scooping the water with their beaks without touching down. In drought periods when less mud is available, they'll settle for a less muddy nest built on a platform.

 

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