A few weeks ago, a swallow and her mate decided to make their nest on a lamp in our breezeway. It was wonderful watching her meticulously gathering mouthfuls of mud for the walls of the nest, and sticks and reeds to hold it together. She also put in some of her own feathers to keep her future eggs warm.
Our neighbors put out water, and we put our seeds, so that she would have nearby nourishment. When she finally laid her eggs, they were small and speckled, and she guarded them bravely. She chirped angrily at those who came too near, and was always on the lookout to keep her eggs safe.
One morning, our apartment complex sent out groups to pressure wash the breezeways. When they were finished, there was no trace of the nest. They had callously destroyed it and the eggs within it. We notified the office, but there was nothing we could do to save the swallows' nest.
Our swallow and her mate sat near the nest for days, watching the spot where their eggs used to be. She sat on the lamp, as if wondering where her nest could have gone. Her mate sat close by and watched as well. It was difficult to see, and distressing to know that someone could thoughtlessly destroy a creation of nature that wasn't in anyone's way or causing any harm.
After the days-long vigil, our swallow began to take action again. Suddenly, there was a small pack of mud on top of the lamp. She was building a new nest.
Now, her mate guards the growing nest as she flies back and forth, gathering mud and reeds and chirping busily. She flies with purpose and works hard for the new eggs she plans to create. We will help her by doing what we can to make sure it is protected.