In the early 1980s Mrs C. and I
weren’t the only ones looking for a new home in Portland Oregon. Winging up
from Central America for a feast of flying insects, a cigar-shaped Vaux Swift
was desperately seeking a new late summer home. The hollow tree serving as a
roost for generations had been toppled by a recent storm. With thousands of
hungry swifts soon to arrive, this scout must have been desperate to find an
alternative roosting site.Where they chose to live might surprise you. Read about it (here.)
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