There are a two things which, in particular, attract UFOs—Oceans and other deep bodies of water, and Nuclear Weapons

In recent years, and based many sightings of UFOs hovering over, entering, and exiting our oceans and other large bodies of water, all over the world, the term underwater submerged object or USO was coined, and is now a category of unidentified object which ARRO, for instance, is tasked with investigating.

When you think about it, if some form of intelligent alien life wanted to have hard to detect and secure bases here on Earth, what better place than to place them in our oceans, deep rivers, and lakes.

After all, 70% of the Earth is covered with water, and it has been estimated that only somewhere around 9% of our oceans have actually been explored.

Moreover, our oceans provide much more stable environments—constant temperature and pressure, etc.–than bases on land—which are subject to wide variances in wind, temperature, and weather—would provide.

Although no government data has yet been released, such USOs have apparently been tracked by Navy underwater surveillance systems, and by some of our submarines.

Then, there are the almost innumerable reports of UFOs hovering over nuclear weapons launch sites, storage facilities, research labs, nuclear power plants, and nuclear powered ships.

(Dr. Stephen Greer has a theory that when we explode nuclear weapons, we not only release all of the various particles and energies which we know of, but we also release pulses of another type of energy which we are not aware of, and that this energy–which can travel tremendous distances–can be sensed by more advanced entities.)

It is believed that when we started to test nuclear weapons, dropped two of them on Japan, and, then, the U.S., China, and Russia went on to conduct thousands of nuclear tests, we attracted the attention of UFOs and whoever or whatever is operating them, and that they are trying to send us a signal by their intense interest.

Funnily enough at the very time, in the summer of 1950, when atomic bomb physicist Enrico Fermi was famously wondering “where is everybody?” i.e. where are the Aliens? reports which were later extracted from the government via FOIA requests told of UFOs hovering over the labs at Los Alamos in 1948 and later (I assume that Fermi,Teller and the others were not told this information.).

We also had plenty of swallows and other avian forces to keep the insect population down. I was disappointed to see that our ubiquitous seagulls (yes, they come that far in-land) were not on any of these lists. They specialized instead on raiding unprotected sack lunches in the trekkers’ handcarts.

Three links, even though they overlap, because I liked the pictures.
https://learnbirdwatching.com/birds-that-eat-mosquitoes/
https://www.birdnature.com/birds-that-eat-mosquitoes/
https://www.thayerbirding.com/birds-that-eat-mosquitoes/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_hBVgjsPIGY

Roque Dalton was the illegitimate son of Winnall Dalton (1894-1967). Winnall Dalton was a brother of Maria Guadalupe Dalton Ronstadt (1882-1974). Maria Guadalupe Dalton Ronstadt was Linda Ronstadt’s paternal grandmother.

https://youtu.be/GkD20ajVxnY?si=_ypRWnUwvJjkDz6_

This was pushed by eMusic back when eMusic was a thing. The only Swift song I know, and I like it. A bit of dobro, a bit of mandolin to give it some bluegrass cred, like Dolly was doing at the time.

La huasteca está de luto
Se murió su huapanguero
Ya no se oye aquel falsete
Que es el alma del trovero

Rogaciano se llamaba
Rogaciano el huapanguero
Y eran sones de la sierra
Las canciones del trovero

La Azucena y la Cecilia
Lloran, lloran sin consuelo
Malagueña Salerosa
Ya se fue su pregonero

El cañal está en su punto
Hoy comienza la molienda
El trapiche está de duelo
Y suspira en cada vuelta

Por los verdes cafetales
Más allá de aquel potrero
Hay quien dice que de noche
Se aparece el huapanguero

La Azucena y la Cecilia
Lloran, lloran sin consuelo
Malagueña Salerosa
Ya se fue su huapanguero

Translation:
La huasteca* is in mourning
Its huapanguero has died
You can no longer hear that falsetto
Which is the soul of the troubadour
Rogaciano he was called
Rogaciano the huapanguero*
And they were sones of the sierra
Mountains
The songs of the troubadours

Azucena and Cecilia
Are crying, crying inconsolably
Malagueña Salerosa*
Their bard has gone

The cane is ready
Today begins the milling
The sugar mill is in mourning
And sighs with each turn

In the green coffee plantations
Far beyond that pasture
There are those who say that in the
Nighttime
The huapanguero appears

Azucena and Cecilia
Are crying, crying inconsolably
Malagueña Salerosa*
Their bard has left
*huasteca: a region
Huapanguero: a singer of huapangos