This is in my hay field looking south. I took over 100 photos there this morning as the fog rolled down the valley before sunrise as I listened to the birds greet the dawn. The swallows were too fast to get a clear photo of [see below], but there are always other mornings.
I lived away from the mountains for a few years, and was homesick the entire time. Something about this place sings to my soul...
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Looks like a lovely place to live. I too, was raised in the country not far from where I live now. I still have 10 acres of the old place and enjoy going there sometimes on the weekends. Nothing like a walk in the fields and the joy of getting close to nature. I was a big hunter, but my hunting days are now over. I remember my first squirrel, my first rabbit, my first turkey, and my first deer. Those memories are priceness. We didn't have what you call swallow, but we had a close cousin, the Marten. We put up boxes for them. I envy you life on the farm. Forgot to mention, I live in southwest Mississippi, no mountain but lots of hills.