A BAT!
I’ve been worried about them, you know, the winter having
been not only unusually cold, but also unusually long. But there he (or
she) was: flitting a little slowly, but flitting nonetheless, and swerving
every so often to catch something in flight. I could have cheered; I could. He made it!
’Tis proud of the little guy I am. Proud as punch.
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