Saturday Sky: Gone Batty
All right, so you can't really tell, but after taking roughly twelve million blurry blue pictures I managed to get one of some blurry blue sky complete with a blurry bat. They come out at dusk, every warm evening, and perform their aerobatics in search of tasty insects.
Whitenose syndrome hasn't gotten here yet, and I hope it never does. We have way too many bugs as it is.