Swifts, the fast birds with the shape of cigars, have had an up/down relationship with humans here and throughout the country.
Before settlement our swifts — chimney swifts — nested in small numbers in hollow trees and on cave walls. We arrived, and swift populations grew because every home, every heated building had an old-fashioned rough brick chimney. And then they didn't.
Boom to bust.
Chimney swift populations are in decline. Hollow trees are gone; we like neat yards and parks. Brick chimneys are mostly past tense, fireplaces the remaining source.
Plus, all swift species live on flying insects captured on the wing. Insects are going the way of chimneys.
In our 15 years in this house I've been able to count on swift sightings each summer. They flew from a neighborhood to our north with big homes, fireplace homes. Last year, I spotted no swifts.
Happenstance? Things do change. Chimneys get capped. Birds die sooner or later. Maybe there just weren't enough airborne bugs. (Although a friend a mile away has swifts in her neighborhood, even nesting in her fireplace chimney!)
You watch for swifts high up, cutting long arcs over yards and homes or above commercial buildings, those perhaps attracted by the insects drawn to parking-lot light.