I was once bombarded by a band of marauding barn swallows during a summer visit back to Kansas. This is my tribute to their friendly welcome. There was some major swooping, gliding, dodging and running going down that day.
I was once bombarded by a band of marauding barn swallows during a summer visit back to Kansas. This is my tribute to their friendly welcome. There was some major swooping, gliding, dodging and running going down that day.