by Ann Collins
Here’s another story from the nature notebooks of Ann Collins It’s from last year.
Two chimney swifts were circling around the old well at the top of the hill. I saw them often, two together. When disturbed by the mule, one would fly out of the well.
I looked in the well and saw a nest with three white eggs in it. I felt sad, because I was afraid they would hatch then fall out and drown in the nasty water below.Continue reading “A Tale of Chimney Swifts”