There was a bat crawling across our driveway as we left. I wanted to photograph him, but no, probably quite sick. He was huddled against our garage door when we returned, soon to be nudged into a dustpan and relocated to the woods, where I hope he recovers and lives to devour another 500,000 bugs. Tonight.
"Our" bats regularly appear at twilight, and Abby and I stand at the window screen and watch them zoom past, often so close we can hear the slight "whiff" of their wings. Small pleasures.
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