|I know it's a stretch, but see those two dark blobs? That's them!|
Monday, December 31, 2012
Look What The Wind Blew In
It's morning at Padre Island National Seashore and I'm making the bed in our motorhome. That involves me climbing up on the mattress on my knees and crawling around like a 1-year-old to tuck in the sheets and stow the pillows overhead. And I hear "flutter flutter, scratch scratch.
What is it?
I sit back on my legs and look around. And listen. There it goes again. Flutter flutter scratch scratch. I turn toward the sound. The window.
I think something's come lose in the window beside the bed. We had fierce winds all night that rocked Otto like a baby in a cradle. So it's possible something's come loose.
I scootch over to the window to investigate and there! I see two shadows inside the shade. Two M-shaped shadows. AND THEY MOVE! SCRATCH SCRATCH SCRATCH.
BATS! BATS! Two bats took shelter from last night's storm by hiding inside our windows that crank open and close like awnings.
I inch closer and, nearly trembling, raise the shade a smidgeon and one of them LOOKS RIGHT AT ME. But, thank God, he's BEHIND the screen, and I think he's scared.
SCRATCH SCRATCH SCRATCH. He and his buddy disappear. Where did they go? OH, the window is open, just a hair. They must have flown out. I raise the shades all the way and crank the window open wide. Yep, I think they're gone.
Except now it's dusk, about nine hours after our first bat adventure and Allen cranks out the windows again, to get some air, and FLUTTER FLUTTER SCRATCH SCRATCH. They're still here!
But this time, he SEES them fly away, into the dark, AWAY from our motorhome.