Bats in our Belfries

Last summer, in the evening, I was sitting looking up at the skylights in the cabin. I noticed lots of bats flying around up there. As you know, our cabin is a nice, new, high-quality cabin that shouldn't have bats living inside. I mentioned this to my mother, who insisted the bats didn't come from our cabin. The next evening I saw the same phenomenon in the skylight and pointed this out to my mother. Again, she said we couldn't possibly have bats. The next evening mother and I took up our post on the deck, directly in front of the peak in the roof of the cabin. We waiting and watched, straining our necks and eyes. Just when the mosquitoes were just starting to eat us alive, the bats started streaming out a tiny gap right at the top. We counted them as they came along. I used my best Count Voice (the one from Sesame Street), "One Bat, ah, ah ah!", "Two Bats, ah, ah, ah". We made it to 40 bats. Mother was shocked and appauled. Skip, our resident contractor, was dispatched shortly after we left Oregon to get rid of the bats. They started checking around and it seems they found bats across the river at the barn and in their garage at Cave Junction.

For a little Halloween gift I made this darling bat for my mother. She loved it. I just need to make her 39 more.