Devastating

To say the least.

Yesterday, when I came home from VBS and lunch with Danny, the bug man was parked in front of my house with my hose spread across my yard and hooked to something in the back of his truck. I was a little taken aback by the sight, so I got out of the car and gave him a "what the heck are you doing" look. He quickly aborted his hose process and said, "I just finished servicing your house and I was getting a little water because I ran out." No problem. I'm not one to be stingy with a basic necessity for life.

So, Tyler and I made our way inside, and, as usual, Daisy was dancing around and wagging her tail ready to go outside. Since the guy had just sprayed for bugs, I wanted to be sure the patio wasn't wet with chemicals before I let her out back. As I looked out the window, my eyes naturally went to the upper right corner where my barn swallow family lives...

lived.

Their nest was on the ground, a clear attack by an enemy exterminator.

I ran back to the front of the house to verbally attack the kid, but, lucky for him, he'd already escaped. I quickly prayed, as I ran to the backyard, that the last surviving baby bird was, in fact, still surviving.

I can't find him. Anywhere.

You have no idea how upset I was and still am. I called the exterminating company and spoke with the service manager who was really nice to listen to me vent even though we both knew that nothing could be done. It was painful to talk to him while I watched the mama and daddy birds fly around the home they were forcefully evicted from.

When Danny got home, he looked in the yard, too, for the baby bird, but he couldn't find him either. We know we lost two babies, and we have no idea what has happened to the third one. I can only hope that he was able to make his little wings carry him to safety.

I am so sad. I hope they will move in again. We sure enjoyed having them, and I wish they could know just how upset we are that this terrible incident happened. Poor birds.

Just thought you might want to know.