I was typing the post and by a silly mistake I clicked \backspace\ and erased it all (( It was generally about the swallows I saw today. They were flying very low over the ground and landing from time to time by the puddle, to pick up some mud they're using to build up and to repair their nests. Maybe they were looking for bugs, that could possibly hide in the mud or maybe they were drinking from the puddle, but it was an amazing thing for me to look at, as I've never seen swallows going down to the ground ever before, walking and jumping up, like sparrows, which were there also and couldn't worked out, what the swallows were up to)) So two or three of them (the sparrows) were jumping up and down and shouting loudly from a distance and looked really worried)) And the swallows were so concentrated on their daily routine, so they ignored everyone and everything around, at least it looked like that from a side. Our world, always busy and always on the run to some unknown horizons, was something that has never existed for them. So they were doing their business in the very heart of a busy town, their daily job, that was a routine for lots of generations before and will be a routine for lots of generations after them. I hope so, that there is always will be a place, some place, where little swallows will be able to come and settle down for the summer, to catch up the bugs in the air, to collect the mud by the puddles and to bring up new swallows, who will join their colony a year after as the adults.

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