“Dad,” I exclaimed, “There is something a little strange happening out in the garage.” I was on one of my regular visits to the home of my elderly parents in Colonia Juarez, Chihuahua, Mexico. My wife and I made the four hour trip from El Paso a couple of times each month in order to check on them, to take them groceries and to spend time with them. “Last night when I pushed the button to close the garage door, a couple of swallows swooped in and perched on the garage door rails ...