The past couple of days I have noticed lots of little baby swallows poking the beaks out of their nest, high up in the farm buildings. This time last year, my grandma would be telling me all about them, be telling me were to look and to tell him what I had found. He told me lots of funny stories, and now that they are back I feel so sad that I can not go back to him and tell him. He's be so excited to hear all about them. I am however, very great full I got the time with him last year to learn about the wildlife down the farm. Other wise I'd probably not really known or paid much attention this year. It's funny how things work out really. I do miss him. But I hope I'll continue to follow in his foot steps and keep his memories alive by watching the wildlife.
