18TH CENTURY LIVING HISTORY, HISTORICAL TREKKING, AND LONG TERM SURVIVAL.
It seems to be colored somewhat like our barn swallow.
I miss my swallows. I love to watch them fly; real acrobats of the air. They used to nest every year under the eves of my house. It was much to hot there, and every year the chicks would die. I would find them on the ground where the ants were eating them, sometimes still alive. I got tired of seeing this every year, so one year I tore all the nest down. The swallows have never come back.
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