Yesterday a swallow flew into my house, and became trapped. It happens several times every summer if I leave the back door open for a short period of time. Swallows speed so quickly across the skies I have no idea how they process the information of where they are going fast enough. They fly into the space, assuming there will be a way out, and become panicked when the obvious route – the glass window – will not allow them egress. This one flew up and down the glass, its wings beating against the barrier uselessly. My dog Minnie, excited, ran about the room, watching its struggles. After frantic attempts…