For some unknown reason—perhaps it had something to do with the chilly, overcast skies—the local Tree Swallows that have been working the surface of the local farm pond decided that a labor slow-down was in order. Perhaps there was a dearth of insects rising out of the pond's surface, or maybe the birds were inclined to conserve energy for a change. Whatever the reason, the swallows stopped flying and settled onto the branches of a small tree by the water's edge. They displayed their handsome colors, squabbled just a tiny bit, and took a break from aerial toil. You can't work all the time.