Last Spring a swallow flew into our house in Le Chatelier. I eventually managed to catch it as it bashed itself against the window panes. I quickly took the opportunity to take the pictures below. I then took it back to the open window and it immediately flew back into the house and up into the attic where it perched among the old beams for a few hours until I managed to coax it, once again, to its outside habitat. What an afternoon! and what a beautiful creature.
Jim, was that before or after the late frost that did for all this years fruit?
If it was before… did it know something we didn’t?