Please Knock Next Time
There is fauna here, though not always visible. There are flies, spiders, mosquitos(!), mice, rats, rabbits, bats, crows, wrens, eagles, falcons, owls, foxes, boars, and the very occasional wolf. It's normal in the house to have the gamut of insects (don't bother with the spray, others will install themselves as soon as it wears off). Also normal are the mice and rats in the barn. The others are strictly outdoor types, and mostly nocturnal, so they tend to be camera shy. So imagine my surprise the other night when, me in the study and my daughter in the kitchen, she asks, "How did the bat get in?"
I go into the kitchen to see a small, black shape quickly flying back and forth the length of the kitchen. I close the door and my daughter opens the window. Two of our cats are in the kitchen, one under the table, not sure what's going on, and the other on the table, full hunter instinct on, trying to swat at the bat. I have visions of hair entanglement and rabies shots. We go into a dance as the bat flies by, unaware of the open window. Swoop, down, up, swoop, down, up. At a given moment the bat clings to the edge of the open window. Our orange and white hunter takes advantage and runs at it, only to be cut off in her enthusiasm by my screech. "Oh, no, you don't!" The bat makes another fly-by along the kitchen and then finally flies out into the navy-blue night under the grape arbor. We close the window, open the kitchen door, and resume normality.
But how did that bat get in?
I go into the kitchen to see a small, black shape quickly flying back and forth the length of the kitchen. I close the door and my daughter opens the window. Two of our cats are in the kitchen, one under the table, not sure what's going on, and the other on the table, full hunter instinct on, trying to swat at the bat. I have visions of hair entanglement and rabies shots. We go into a dance as the bat flies by, unaware of the open window. Swoop, down, up, swoop, down, up. At a given moment the bat clings to the edge of the open window. Our orange and white hunter takes advantage and runs at it, only to be cut off in her enthusiasm by my screech. "Oh, no, you don't!" The bat makes another fly-by along the kitchen and then finally flies out into the navy-blue night under the grape arbor. We close the window, open the kitchen door, and resume normality.
But how did that bat get in?
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