The Cross House
Last year, I discovered that a bat was tucked into an almost hidden recess above one of the curved dining room windows.
This prevented me from painting in the immediate area. Then the bat, quite graciously, moved over to the other curved window, allowing me to finish the first curved window.
This year, I have climbed up the ladder several times, curious to see if the bat was still in residence.
But…no bat. Sigh. I like the idea of a bat protecting the Cross House.
The other day, I again climbed up the ladder to finish painting the decorative panel above the eastern-most curved window. While happily painting away, and with an Audible book playing on the headset, I was soon to be a bit startled.
I have decided that his name is Irving.
And I am thrilled that he’s back.