These baby barn swallows are enjoying the best kind of fast food. Both mom and dad were zooming around, hunting flying insects. It was hilarious to watch the nest. When the little ones spotted an incoming parent, they would gape their huge mouths open and stand up as tall as they possibly could.
One bug in one mouth. And zoom! Off the get more food. Swallows aren't also called "swifts" for no reason.
Robb and I saw this happy family at Coyote Hills Regional Park, which we have visited many times before, both prior to and after the accident. Each time since the accident, we took a wheelchair. This time, however, was the first time when getting around the park wasn't a huge ordeal for Robb. He zipped around on his trike, and we had a wonderful day. The bay-side hills were pretty brutal, but we conquered them.
And afterwards, when we were exhausted and ravenous, we enjoyed a delicious Afghan meal in Fremont.
Robb and I never eat fast food.