1 August 2012
Salute my friends and raise your glass, as leathery wings seek out new vistas.
Sonar power guides them through the black night, and with unnerving accuracy, they then get totally tangled in my net curtains.
Much to the absolute terror and screaming torment of Little C, who (I am assured), would rather have her teeth pulled, than stroke one.
Poor Bat. So very misunderstood.
Bat Life • Opuss № I