My last encounter with immature swallows was a memorable morning at the Bear River Migratory Bird Refuge, where I photographed American Cliff Swallows.
However, that very morning in Huntsville brought an unexpected surprise.
While exploring, I accidentally came across a family of Tree Swallows. As soon as I noticed the cavity opening of a weathered, dead tree trunk, I was greeted by two pairs of bright little eyes.
While the offsprings were climbing out of the cavity, their parents watched them carefully from nearby.
