I have never seen a swallow on our property, but every year the barn swallows return to our daughter’s house and build a nest right at the front entrance. When anyone goes in or out of the front door, the swallows swoop and soar through the front yard, and then they sit on the edge of the garage roof and keep watch…
“The swallow is come!
The swallow is come!
O, fair are the seasons, and light
Are the days that she brings,
With her dusky wings,
And her bosom snowy white!”
(Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Hyperion (1839), Book II, Chapter I)