Endless Ends

It's a great curiosity how much more people say by their actions, or lack thereof, than by the words that actually come out of their mouths. 💁‍♀️
 
So. Every year we have barn swallows. They come back to the same place to nest every year. A couple of years there has been was seems to be a throuple, which is not the way I understand how barn swallow breed, but to each their own.

Anyhoo. This morning, there was a ruckus on the porch. One swallow flew up to a nest that a pair were working on. There was much angry bird noise, and suddenly the incomer and one of the originals were on the ground, rolling around and fighting! 😳

Like, serious fighting. I thought it would be quick, but it continued on. Viscous stuff, like pecking and biting feet as they rolled around, wrapped together like two wrestlers.

A fear that I would be faced with dealing with a bird carcass got me outside, making a bunch of noise. Three times, because the first two they reconvened their grievance when I went back inside.

I'm not sure if this was a divorce or an attempt to usurp, but it was quite the spectacle.

I may have a mild case of Barn Swallow PTSD. 😬
 
Not unlike the human race, the fights originate over: Mating competition, Nest site selection or defense, Resource scarcity. I speak from experience (not human tho :D)
 
So. Every year we have barn swallows. They come back to the same place to nest every year. A couple of years there has been was seems to be a throuple, which is not the way I understand how barn swallow breed, but to each their own.

Anyhoo. This morning, there was a ruckus on the porch. One swallow flew up to a nest that a pair were working on. There was much angry bird noise, and suddenly the incomer and one of the originals were on the ground, rolling around and fighting! 😳

Like, serious fighting. I thought it would be quick, but it continued on. Viscous stuff, like pecking and biting feet as they rolled around, wrapped together like two wrestlers.

A fear that I would be faced with dealing with a bird carcass got me outside, making a bunch of noise. Three times, because the first two they reconvened their grievance when I went back inside.

I'm not sure if this was a divorce or an attempt to usurp, but it was quite the spectacle.

I may have a mild case of Barn Swallow PTSD. 😬
They were at loggerheads because one swallow spit
 
This sounds like a hillbilly name for a blowbang. I always knew you were hiding kinky Enny.

Craigslist Ad:
Shy, quiet type seeks 75 men for the annual Barn Swallow.
I think I just threw up a bit in my mouth.

Also, doesn’t everyone assume Enny is secretly kinky af? She’s like the poster child for the sexual version of still waters run deep.
 
They were at loggerheads because one swallow spit
Ewwwww. Y'all are ewwwwwwing me out tonight. 🤢

I think I just threw up a bit in my mouth.

Also, doesn’t everyone assume Enny is secretly kinky af? She’s like the poster child for the sexual version of still waters run deep.
My whole body convulsed. 🤮

Gah! Surely no-one assumes anything of the sort?! I am the poster child for boring.
 
I think I just threw up a bit in my mouth.

Then you would be a terrible candidate for Enny’s Annual Barn Swallow gathering.



Also, doesn’t everyone assume Enny is secretlykinky af? She’s like the poster child for the sexual version of still waters run deep.

This gives us all something to think about.
 
Back
Top