Sunday, July 08, 2007
Really? I was just thinking about you
I was sitting outside, under the shade of a tree I love, reading. And daydreaming, and listening to all the birds that I can always hear but not see. And this is frustrating, because I've brought my camera to practice on the robins. We have lots of robins in these parts, but I can't seem to get a decent picture of one, in the broad daylight.
If I can't do that, how am I going to capture proof of my bats, who fly for a very brief period of time, just after 5am, when it's barely light outside? And they don't glide or pose for any time at all. They fly in and out of the trees. And there's the nagging problem of having my camera with me for five miles. Even if the bats were to pose for me, I'd still have problems; truth be told, I can barely keep myself still enough to take a picture of something that's nailed down.
Ah, but then, the other morning, I decided to run multiple laps around our neighborhood, for a change, and discovered that bats live on the far side of our little loop! Problem almost solved; I'll interrupt just one of my laps, then stash the camera in the mailbox, mission accomplished.
At this point, I got tired of sitting in the front lawn, with all the traffic going down the street, and so gathered up my chair, my camera, and my two books (I'm two-timing), and headed to the back yard.
On my way there, in that region known as The Side of The Yard, I saw something I've never seen before:
Poor little guy. Now, I know that this does not count as an action shot--I mean, this is an expired bat, one that's gone to meet his maker. An ex-bat. Pining for...whatever.
And kinda cute.
Don't worry, Mom, I didn't actually touch a dead animal. I used protection.
See how small it is? So. We have bats here, but why are they so active at around 5am in a few areas? It's a mystery...