Among birds, the best aerial acrobats must be tree swallows. Every time I see them they are darting left and right, up and down at all angles, never staying in one place long enough for a decent photograph. However, three weeks ago, I saw one lonely swallow perched at the top of a birdhouse at the Edwin B Forsythe National Wildlife Refuge, apparently resting and enjoying a nice breeze ruffling its feathers.
It stood there for several minutes, even after it saw me.
The staring contest ended when I had to leave and continue my drive. The swallow, however, stayed at the same perch.