I'm back from chasing the rainbow.
I got home late last week from a marvelous trip to see family and friends. Though I love my home in the woods it's awfully hard to leave sometimes. Lest I get a little too nostalgic and sad, I kept myself busy upon my return. I've been dyeing wool (samplers will be in my shop shortly), hatching more guineas, climbing to the summit of Mount Washmore, and being the bat whisperer.
This little guy, who I believe is a Silver-haired bat, was clinging to the side of our pool. The kids spotted him when they went out to swim and THANKFULLY they knew not to touch him and came to get me.
Poor guy couldn't get a grip on the slippery wall so I put on a flannel coat and some thick work gloves and approached him cautiously. I tried to scootch him up the side, hoping he'd take off on his own when he hit the top but he started sliding down again. I urged him to crawl into my gloved hand and carried him over to a tree in the shade (and here's where the bat whisperer comes in) whispering "please don't bite me in the face and give me rabies".
He didn't show any interest in biting me and instead climbed up the tree with his saggy baggy bottom looking like a little kid in a sleeping bag.
Last night I sat at dusk and watched his relatives swooping over the front yard and hoped that he was among them. Marvelous little creatures.
Happy Monday, all. I hope your week is off to a good start.