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Nate Frost (not verified)

3 years 5 months ago

I grew up with an old barn that was so "well ventilated" that it was impossible to keep the barn swallows out. There were so many of them that everything in the barn was always covered with their droppings, and the sound of their chirping was a constant cacophony that rose to a wild crescendo whenever we entered. I wish I could say I enjoyed them, but we looked forward to their departure in the fall. They stopped coming back at about the same time a flock of pigeons moved in, which was even messier!

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