Posted By
Eric Anderson on 08/04/2010
A couple months ago, a husband-and-wife team of barn swallows built a nest in our alcove, just above the main entrance to White Horse. Due mainly to our superstitious belief in the ancient Norse proverb, “The coming of the barn swallows bringeth good fortune in site design RFPs,” we welcomed our feathered squatters, despite the very real threat of our clients getting crapped on.
The male swallow boasted tail streamers of impressive length, and so it was only a matter of time before their mud nest contained four hungry hatchlings (hey, I am not making the tail thing up—it’s from Wikipedia). We watched the doting parents tirelessly feed them for weeks, gathering insects from the surrounding skies, as we ignored urgent emails from clients. I snapped these pics of the fuzzy little buggers just as they reached the fledgling stage, and two days later, they were gone—off to make their way in the world.
Proud Papa
The Fledglings
This is the part where I craft some kind of extended metaphor—something about sending our creative ideas out into the unknown or the care and feeding of clients. But no. I just thought the swallows were really cool.
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