I saw Flo, our barn cat, creeping up the apple tree in the back of the house. I could see and hear that there was a barn swallows next high up in the tree, but the chicks were making a lot of noise. Flo, who is both murderous and loving in the manner of cats, climbed quietly up the tree, then saw the next was up too high, so she just watched.

The barn swallows were furious with her, they buzzed and bombed and dove at her, she paid little attention to them.