While the kids clambered around, with mom as spotter, I wandered into the big wide open, the unused soccer field. But soon I had friends, as I knew I would. The Barn Swallows wait for you to get halfway across, then suddenly you are the centre of attention.
I feel like a ship, with dolphins riding my bow-wave. Except it’s more like circling than riding.
I'm King Kong at the top of the Empire State Building, but without Fay Wray and the machine guns. I’m almost giggling, this is so much fun.
I can tell where in North America Barn Swallows are breeding, because this blog regularly receives hits from people Googling how to get rid of them. (Among other places, they are currently breeding -- and pooping on someone’s porch-- in Topeka.)
I say, forget the mess, and get out to your nearest soccer field, pasture, meadow or cricket pitch (there are also Barn Swallows in England, I’m pretty sure), and let yourself be swarmed by these bug-eating wonders.
It will bury the needle on your happy meter.