There are all these swallows that nest under the ledges of the schools. There are some nesting in the second floor walkway of my junior high school where I pass from the teachers’ room to classes. They cheer me a bit, huddled down in their mud-bowl nests. I can barely see their dark blue heads and red throats poking over the top, and their double pointed tails; they can never fit those in.
But everyday, I’ve been noticing mud crumbles on the walkway. The nests had been broken one by one, until all of my sweet little swallows were gone. After the first or second one, I figured that it was just the wind or that they had been constructed poorly. Oh silly swallows, this is natural selection at work! But when all the nests were all broken I knew for sure it was no accident.

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