Thinking back of wonderful Yesteryears, I joyfully recall the followings:
1. The birds find no place to make their nests and they even do it at electrical wires and even at ceiling hanging down, making the nests look like a baby cradles.
2. The birds produce nests multiple nests in a row of more than a foot long that HM once said that it was made by the king of swiftlets but we old timers know too well to be fooled. Maybe polygamy, possible with 10 wife living together in a row. hahahaha.
3. The birds dive into the entrance like hundreds bees making impossible to count.
4. That you wore safety glasses when in the BH so that the bids would not hit you in the eyes accidently.
5. That you picked up many young swiftlets off the road during other BHs harvesting time and put them into your BH so that they did have a chance to survive which they do because all the young birds needed were one more day or two to fly safely.
6. That we saw hundreds of newly fledged swiftlets cheerfully playing near the hill before flying away into the sky; like parent watching their children grown up.
6. Many other sweet memories.
Those were the days, those were the days...I told my friends.
I don't understand, WW. I thought the birds still come flocking to the BH and the only problem now is the value of the nests ?