Into the Tunnel

Into the tunnel as my mother used to say; dad flying in at a pace with a fly by the look of it, to feed the swallows ever hungry brood here on the roof. Never landing even in the Extra, he pops the fly in then continues on into the air to catch more. This little swallow is the only one of the fledglings that appears to be being fed like this - the others are all in the air doing their acrobatics feeding or being fed on the wing.