The swallow who fell into my cabin-wall paint is fluttering in and out of her house now-a-days. Her mate is dearly pleased with himself for guarding her as she healed up. And now she's perky and well-feathered. Their eggs are hatched and they are in and out of the hole all day long collecting insects. I'm so so relieved to see she is doing well. I feared she wouldn't make it, but her constant appearance around my home has made me dearly happy. She is healthy as can be and rearing her young as well as any other mother. I'm so so thrilled to see her misfortune did not bring devastation.
