The swallows were having a hey-day at the marsh this morning. I don't think I've seen so many swooping up, down and around as they hunted insects on the wing. I could almost reach out and touch them as they zipped around me. Although tree swallows, with their musical sounds, formed part of the loose swarms, a great many of them were cliff swallows. Their song is more like a squeaky twitter. I tried in vain to get a shot of them sailing in the air. I finally found a few cliff swallows who had stopped to rest on a power line.
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