We were late getting out to our bluebird boxes this year and in fact had forgotten exactly where was the new route west of Riske Creek we took on last year. It took some perusing of Google maps to figure out where the access was.
It was cold and always threatening to rain so perhaps all the swallows were hunkered down next to a low-lying pond hoping to see some flying insects.
It didn't really start to rain until we got across the Sheep Creek bridge, once we got to town it developed into a real gullywasher and we've been having afternoon thundershowers every day since.

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