Grandma loved to watch the house swallows because they nested along all of the eaves they were right at the windows. There was no TV out there, no cable, no vcr or anything like that for her, just radio when weather was right, and records. I can't ever recall the swallows being jerks. They mostly ignored us. Likely some had been helped by her at some point, she was a bleeding heart of a cowgirl. She taught me a few things. She actually kept the horse that busted her knees, and that mare lived into her 40s. She was pretty rough on the outside, though... A real salty, weathered, solitary cowgirl....My brother lived next door for awhile. He allowed the Barn Swallows to nest in his "barn". When the eggs hatched the parents would sit on the electric wires between our places. When I would go over by there, the little stinkers would dive bomb me.