I've never consciously noticed how birds fly, exactly, but knew that these weren't birds. These were bats, and I've never seen so many down by the creek. Is there something special about the conditions this morning? It had rained, too, and so there was some mist. The mist, the bats, and...what's that? A dark figure crossing the road ahead of me. A minute later, that dark figure was a tall teenaged boy with long dark hair and dark clothes. I hardly ever see anyone along the creek in the morning and rarely notice bats, if they're there.
How odd. On my return trip, there were no bats, it was lighter outside, the traffic was beginning to pick up, and I almost got hit with a newspaper. Typical.