This month…
Our previous home was a barn conversion. We moved there in 2010 and were the first ‘humans’ to live in it. Before that, it had been the domain of the farm animals and a family of swallows, who took up residence every spring. We first encountered these industrious little birds one day in late April, shortly after we moved in. They announced their arrival by swooping in through the front door and diving between the rafters, blissfully unaware that we’d taken over their summer camp. Once we’d established that we couldn’t share the same living space, they moved, without fuss, to the adjacent cart barn. And in no time at all, they had built a solid, mud-based nest, which they returned to every year to bring up their young. After nine…