The
swallows, about 30 of them, left us about two weeks ago. I missed them lined up
on the electric wires watching me garden or irrigate. I missed them swooping
about the yard chasing their mosquito supper. I assumed they went south, now
that fall is approaching.
But
this morning as I sat on the back steps to take off my irrigation boots, I
realized that I had an audience. There on their wiry bleachers sat the
swallows! I think they’re the same ones that spent the summer here because there
seemed to be about 30 in the bunch.
“Where
have you guys been? Where do go in the winter?” I asked them. Swallows aren’t
very forthcoming with information, however, so I still don’t know.
Wouldn’t
it be cool, I thought, if one day this winter I’d swipe the snow off the
mailbox, reach in, and find a beachy postcard from the swallows. Having a nice time in Galveston, it
might say. The Texas mosquitoes are
bigger than Wyoming ones. We miss you. See you in May!
“God...corrects the misdirected, sends them in the right direction. He gives the
rejects his hand, and leads them step-by-step.
From now on every
road you travel will take you to God.” PSALM 25:8-10
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