A pair of little, brown swifts (maybe swallows) have built a little mud nest near our front door. Yesterday, the four five little chicks could be seen peaking over the edge. Make a noise and they open their beaks. They got all excited for a brief moment when the camera flash went off.
Mom and dad fly off every time the front door opens. They circle around the front yard and tweet at us. Poor little birds. We don’t mean to bother them. If they would build on the other end of the front porch, they would be less bothered by our comings and goings. Ironically, at night they just sit there on the edge of the nest and watch us.
This is our third summer in this house. The birds, presumably the same pair, have come back every summer too.
Update: Their eyes are open now.