Bats
It's dusk, the heat of the day has brought out the midges which are hovering under the trees in hundreds, if not thousands. Drawn to the house by the lighted room. The doors and windows need to be closed over to stop them coming in.
Then , there they were, one or two at first, flying, fluttering like a small bird, between the house and the trees. Moving quickly, silently, but disturbing the evening air and trees with their movement, never still long enough to examine them closely, or take a photograph. Enjoying their evening feast.
Where do they live during the day? Who knows what neighbours we have in our trees. Hidden by the leaves during daylight. Coming to life in the warm evening air as the sun sets and the world starts to fall silent.
Beautiful tribute to the BATS! Lucky to be able to see them. They are amazing and sweet, in a way.
ReplyDeleteI remember one flying into my (Afro) hair years ago. It was at sundown, in a deep canyon in Utah. It flew in my tangled mess and got stuck!! I screamed and ran all around flying my arms to my head! Chad was there, grinning. Ha! No worries.
Lovely writing here, Aud.
Every time I read something by you, it confirms my desire to want to meet you so, so badly!
xx