If we lavished any superlatives on the Tree Swallow—and our memory misgives us that we did—we regret it now. Not but that the Tree Swallow is strictly deserving—oh, a very deserving bird—but we needed all our superlatives for present use, and one hates to repeat. What shall we do for the Violet-green Swallows? Simply this: we will call them children of heaven.
It’s been a while since I put up a picture of The Bruce. He was recently caught showing his dominance over all the apartment, belting out a manly roar. (Okay, it might have been a yawn).