When we started working on our house last spring, they were flying around, singing and sitting on our roof and porch. Before they left in the fall, 2 batches of babies had hatched out of this nest--one of which we got to see learn to fly. Even though they make a ton of poop on our front porch, there's just something "home-like" about having them live with us. We missed them this winter and are choosing to believe it's the same family that's back again. They are just as loud as my girls, so they fit right in!
Ok, so I just re-read this and some of you might think it's crazy, but yes, we talk to our chickens. If you saw my facebook post, you know that I even reprimand them and call Brian their "daddy."
We're just a little wacky here at the Royal house, but I'm okay with that. While it's not a farm, we may turn it into one before you know it. Even though I'm the least "country-fied" (redneck might be a better term) in our house, I find myself constantly amazed at what an incredible Creator we have when I look at animals and see the cycle of life.
And I'm still a bit giddy, myself about the swallows!