Late yesterday afternoon, 4:00-5:00 pm, I was privileged to see thousands of swallows (primarily and perhaps totally barn, and I could not estimate more precisely their numbers) throughout the entire meadows at Big Meadows in Shenandoah National Park (about 2 hours, 15 minutes from Richmond). I asked a Ranger about the situation and she advised they are forming for migration and will be gone by the end of August. To be amidst these graceful, beautiful birds -- swirling, swooping, diving, circling, at once purposeful but simultaneously almost with a sense of carefree abandon -- was a totally unexpected time of grace.