I am leaving town, and there are baby barn swallows outside our kitchen window, soon to fledge. I hate to miss their first flights. John, Paul, George and Ringo. Born June 3, they are much grown now, and look restless in their tight hot quarters (it’s 97 out), yeh, yeh happy for food from parents (and another helper adult) but now eyes more intent on what is outside the nest, how far is that drop below to the aloe vera plants, will I survive? Must I stay squashed with these yahoo siblings forever? Can I fly?