Article April 22, 1985 ISSUE

The chimney swifts

KARIN SASS

Every year some swifts come to make a home in the gray stone chimney of a low ranch house. It's a good place for them to live, and they are always welcomed by the people who live there. Very near is a tiny woods with tall trees. In the evenings when the sun is going down, the birds glide and swoop, finding their food. The sky and the treetops are their playground.

Once one of the swifts was far away when a storm came. The other bird sat still on the eggs in the nest, but every little while it would send out a short call, like a signal. The sound went out the chimney and into the storm, as steadily as a light shining from a lighthouse. After a while the bird in the storm came back to the chimney, and the two swifts twittered happily together.

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