Friday, May 24, 2013

looking for Dewey

Several years ago we had a little brown bat who set up residence inside our patio umbrella. Our old cat, the ferocious Sputnik, used to sit on the patio table staring up inside the folded up umbrella for hours at a time. Evidently though, our little umbrella dweller wasn't too bothered by that, as he returned again the next summer.  We named him Dewey.

Tonight, on the most miserable night of the year, which has already seen 60 mm of cold driving rain, and with the wind picking up and the temperature dropping, I am headed to an island in the middle of the Bow River to count bat species. 

If Dewey is among them, I am appealing to him now, as his former landlord (who never once mentioned rent, I might add) to round up all his fellow bats to be counted in very quick procession. I would really really appreciate keeping this event on the short side.

3 comments:

umbrellalady said...

What an interesting thing to be doing! How unfortunate that the weather is not cooperating...

John Mutford said...

I've hardly encountered any bats, except for one morning in Newfoundland. I'd forgotten to take clothes of the clothesline the previous day, so proceeded to do so. Folding up my daughter's pajamas, I heard a loud chirp. Almost cricket like, but then I saw something brown and larger moving about inside. Turned out to be a small, brown bat. Then it bit me, I got supernightvision and could fly but I digress.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Dressed to the hilt in the Spousal Unit's fishing gear kept me warm and dry, Kathy. Sadly, the bats stayed in bed.

You turned into Little Brown Batman, John! Tres cool.