"Mornin', Sam." "Oh, good morning, Ralph."

The chimney swifts are back. The bats appear to be gone. They work the same territory in opposite shifts. I wonder if the former drove off the latter, or if we had already evicted all the bats before the swifts showed up?

I love the chimney swifts. Just thinking about them gives me warm fuzzies.

The bats can stay, too, just not in the house.