Do you smell that? Migration Is On. Let The Staging Begin.

On the way home I stopped by the local sewage treatment plant.

What? You don't?

As if. You know you visit them. You love them. If it wasn't so shameful, you'd readily admit to all your secret passion for sewage treatment plants. You finally tell all about your constant, irresistible, irrepressible urges to go visit them. Face it, you just can't get enough of those bug-laden ponds filled with... with... oh, you know what's in 'em. I don't understand why more people aren't visiting them ALL the time. ESPECIALLY on a hot August afternoon.

Oh well, the secret is out.Swallows have known about them for eons. Barn Swallows breed here. Tree Swallows, Northern Rough Wing, Bank... you name it, they've been to one (or more).

And today, PURPLE MARTINS arrived in spectacular (for this neck of the woods) numbers. I tallied over 350 in sight at one time. Others were flying overhead. A few were hunting over the impoundments filled with... with... oh you know what they're filled with. What's more, there looked to be hundreds more on nearby power lines and in a Sycamore tree too.

It was quite a spectacular stop on my afternoon commute home. Here, look...See you soon... (oh, you know where)

-Dan