Someone recently told me that swallows are lucky. I’m not so sure about lucky, but they are short tempered.

I ran into some last week while driving through the Indiana Dunes on the way to Chicago from Grand Rapids. I was inside the National Park’s Visitor Center getting a Passport Stamp when I spotted this guy doing a bit of DYI.

He carefully wove feathers into his adobe abode.

His girlfriend spied me hiding behind a tree and ratted me out!

Busted!

That’s one angry bird.