Birds, not dogs

There is a pair of swallows that nests in the corner of our front porch every year. They build a mud nest and raise a brood, sometimes two, every year.

I was outside yesterday and saw the young ones darting around. God knows there's plenty of insects to eat in Virginia in the summertime. They hang around the next for a while after they've learned to fly and feed on their own, then I guess they go on their way. Mom and Dad will be back, I'm sure.