I am sorry to hear of the deaths of thousands of these graceful and social birds. They
were a part of my childhood, returning in the spring to build mud nests in the dairy barn.
I learned much observing the cycle of their lives as they hatched and fed the next generation of shallows on mosquitoes from the barnyard. Their lives gave me a sense of time and doing each day to accomplish a task. The great drama of the swallows lives was the first flight. The barn
was also the home of numerous cats who normally controlled the rodents, but once a year they
sat beneath the nest waiting. The parent shallows would try to distract the cats by swooping and
even touching the cat while the young swallow tried its wings. The birds were clever as they
encouraged the youngsters to try their wings when we were present to protect them. Once in a
while we would find feathers of a young bird who failed to excape the predator. How like are lives
as we grow in the spirtual world. There are many accidents, traps, and predators in the jungle
we inhabit. I discovered that Castanada may have been one such predator on the linked
thread this morning. http://www.cassiopaea.org/forum/index.php?topic=8488