The Dance

It is trite, but sometimes the smallest things in life can bring such pleasure.

Last year I looked out my kitchen window and there were swallows swooping and diving. The sight of them was thrilling; it was almost like a choreographed dance. I called Harry and Kirsty to come look at it and they agreed. I am really not much of a dance person but every once in awhile it hits me just right and I do enjoy it. The swallow dance makes me smile.

I just looked out my office door and the swallows were outside it doing their dance once again. It was accompanied by their rather one-note song. But it is so nice to just watch them going about their business. A bonus is to think that they might be eating mosquitoes while they are at it.

They also try to make nests in the awning over our front door and then poop on the "stoop". That isn't quite so pleasant as our clients don't really like having to dodge bird doo. (Many of them are too old to have the agility to dodge much of anything!) But you have to look at the whole picture, and when that is the picture of the swallow dance, it is acceptable.