Pedaling steadily along a sandy trail, I notice a blue-green flicker. Then another. I’m amid a flurry of streamlined, swift streaks of beryl iridescent and pure white.
I stop the bike. Another one passes, this one flying within feet. There are about twenty of them—maybe more—tree swallows circling and diving. Not one of them stops to rest.
I believe this was a foraging flock feeding over the scrub at Oscar Scherer State Park. I was able to grab a few blurry shots of the tree swallows–barely able to capture their beautiful colors.