Not a lot of things to do in Afghanistan to fill the creativity void. But I got a little "project" dumped in my lap that put a smile on my face. The place we've been working out of is an old bombed out Russian barracks building that was subsequently used as a Taliban training facility. A tin roof was hastily thrown over the old one and the Marines moved in. So did Mr. and Mrs. Swallow. One morning I came into the "office" and found the three chicks and their nest on on the ground, so I built a box nest and put it on the wall under the watchful eye of the parents. To my surprise, Mom and Pop kept feeding them and I got to watch them feather out and fledge.