I am reblogging this tale of our sweet Barn Swallow named Braveheart for Through Open Lens. It is a shortened version of the longer story of his whole life with us.
Dinner for Braveheart
Braveheart for Dinner!?
At this age, he fell out of the nest over our back door…twice….
Helpless on the ground!
We put him back with his siblings….and he survived so we called him Braveheart…
But the cats discovered him during his pre-flight and were full of longing……….(this one is Phineas, the Terrorist)….
And they were plotting to get at him……(This one is Zorro, the Gray Blade)….
But who would eat this sweet little guy for dinner?
(By the way, it took him days of hanging out on several close-by perches before he finally fledged….he was pretty damaged by his falls from the nest.)
His parents and siblings continued to drop by at dinnertime to feed him for two weeks.
Here he is, waiting to be fed….
And waiting to FLY!