this was much sadder than it looks.
swallows had begun building a nest
in a problematic spot so i scraped
it off before it got too far. i fed their
mud daubings back to the soil. when
i went back for the ladder it broke my
heart to see their puzzled demeanor,
ready with twig but no place to put it.
it hurts to have one's efforts wasted.
after putting away the ladder, i found
them waiting for me, perched on the
house's power line, demanding an
explanation. i apologized profusely
and pointed them to another eave,
where they could rebuild without
interference. they understood and
started over almost immediately...
right in the place i had indicated.