Have you ever seen a 2-story bird nest?
No? Then I'll tell you about mine...
On my front porch it happens to be,
Could it mean, "it's a lucky sign"?
There is this pair of pretty swallows,
Several years in a row, They've arrived...
Making my front porch their summer home,
Don't know why, but here they've survived.
Do you think they lost their way?
Capistrano is their place to go...
I live in Liberty City ~ FM 1252,
In East Texas with my cat, "Calico".
Let's look closely at this nest,
The 1st story looks like sticks and hay...
Last Fall, water hose in hand, I squirted water,
The nest stayed put but the sand washed away.
Now as you look at the 2nd story,
Neatly each piece was placed by the swallow...
To protect her eggs and nestlings to be,
It was built so sung and ready to show.
I did not remove last year's nest,
As you can see, they built a new home...
Right smack-dab on top of the old one,
I do not think they'll ever roam.
Vina Carathers
May 4 - 12, 2002
I've never seen how may eggs,
The mother swallow lays...
I'm often tempted to climb up,
But, JR tells me, "Please stay away".
Sometimes I sit on the porch to watch,
Soon the swallows come gliding in...
But seeing me, they glide in circles,
Swooping by the porch until they win.
In her nest, I just had to peek,
With kitchen step-ladder and camera in hand...
To the front porch, J. R. and I went,
To discover her nest was made with sand.
The photos showed me the little nestlings,
Four or five feathered babies were there...
Soon their nest they'll outgrow,
Off they'll fly: I won't know where.
I'll look for them again next year,
But they will have to build anew...
The 2-story nest will be torn down,
My porch is home for the "swallows two".