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As I read in bed, Bryon came in and got a strange look on his face. “What’s wrong?” I asked him. “I don’t want you to freak out, but there’s a bat right over your head.” I sprang out of bed like I’d been shot out of cannon. Right over…
Continue readingThe little black and white cat was doing her tightrope act again, prowling back and forth on the banister high above the great room. But this time was different. Instead of nibbling on the hanging plant and doing her pirhouettes like she normally does, she instead was fixated on the…
Continue readingThis past spring, I posted a picture of a bat house that Bryon built for our “resident” bats, saying we hoped that if we built it, they would come. Well, they’ve come all right, but to the wrong house. There are no bats using the bat house we put up,…
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