The mother and the father birds brushed their wings against the young swallows and made them leave the telephone wire.
Then the whole family flew away together.
In a little while the mother swallow darted off by herself, and then flew back to one of the young birds.
She fluttered her wings to hold herself up, and held out an insect in her bill.
Oh, how the little bird wished that he were sitting quietly in his nest.
There it would be easy for him to get the insect, while here it was not easy at all.
But his flying had made him very hungry indeed.
So he fluttered his wings to hold himself up, as his mother was doing, and snapped quickly with his little bill.
To the young swallow's surprise, he caught the insect.
And, best of all, he had now learned his first lesson in getting his food while he was in the air.
The two other young birds learned the same lesson.
After that, the mother and father birds made their children dart about, and showed them how to catch insects that were flying around.
Never again did the young swallows wait for the older birds to bring them food.
They had found out that it was far more fun to dart about in the air than to sit quietly in a nest or on a telephone wire.
All summer long they darted here and there and filled their little crops with hundreds and hundreds of flies and other insects.
But what did the swallows do when winter time came and there were no insects in the air?
They flew far away to the South, where it is always warm.
In that land they found plenty of things to dart after in the bright sunshine.
There they stayed until spring came back to the North.