Chimney Swifts breeding amid degraded summer air

July 21, 2026

(Chaetura pelagica) are deep in peak breeding season across the urban core right now, with nestlings demanding continuous feeding. On hot July afternoons like today, when particulate pollution climbs to Moderate levels — an AQI of 71 — the aerial insect swarm that these birds depend on thins noticeably. Fine particulate matter suppresses insect flight itself, leaving parent swifts with fewer prey to catch and carry back to hungry nestlings.

This species has declined steeply across eastern North America as chimneys are capped and old brick structures demolished, a loss reflected in its now-threatened status. The swifts nesting over downtown Nashville winter deep in the Amazon basin — their survival here hinges on the persistence of aging chimneys, the insects that thrive in clean air, and the fragile thread of good days between heatwaves and pollution episodes. One was documented along the riverfront corridor just last week, a reminder that even in the city's heart, these long-distance migrants are still trying to breed.

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