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Feeling bummed for much of today. No real reason. Just that vaguely Mondayesque feeling of being trapped on a treadmill called life, I guess.
But then I came back from the supermarket just as it was getting dark and there were these tiny little shapes flitting about the air.
People, we have bats.
I'm happy with this. I haven't seen wild bats for a long time... probably not since the early 90s or so when my dad lived by that marshland where the dog got walked. If you went at the right time, that place was full of bats. Since then I haven't really lived anywhere bat friendly. It means a lot to be able to see them again, just standing there and watching them flap by.
I may be bummed, but bats make it a bit better.
But then I came back from the supermarket just as it was getting dark and there were these tiny little shapes flitting about the air.
People, we have bats.
I'm happy with this. I haven't seen wild bats for a long time... probably not since the early 90s or so when my dad lived by that marshland where the dog got walked. If you went at the right time, that place was full of bats. Since then I haven't really lived anywhere bat friendly. It means a lot to be able to see them again, just standing there and watching them flap by.
I may be bummed, but bats make it a bit better.