A Chimney Swift
We have a fireplace in our house. But having grown up with a fireplace and after watching it pump all the heat out the chimney, we don’t use this one.
But the birds do.
We became aware of them three years ago, the activity generated while rearing their family. We’ve never seen them, but after pouring through the pages of an illustragted Autobahn book we’ve concluded they are chimney swifts. And we assumed they were off to greener pastures, as it were, once the job was complete. But we heard them shortly after noon today.
With a temperature of 93 degrees F, we wonder how they find any comfort, shut off from the chance of even a slight breeze.
We’ll have to caulk it up as another mystery of life, I suppose.