They did it again, little barn swallows perhaps,
making their annual nest on our second floor porch ceiling fan.
Mama bird adds on to the nest, flying back and forth with bits of this and that.
Soon we notice she spends a little more time in the nest.
Then one day Poof, babies!
Last year my husband walked out on the porch to take a look.
They flew off in unison.
Off to make their way in the world.
It won't be much longer now and this batch will be feathering their own nests.
But for the time being, we'll let them make a mess of the porch.