The Cross House
The other day I stepped onto the rear porch of the Cross House…
…when something captured my special attention.
In the corner of the porch floor there were…droppings. You know, ah, well, poo bits.
But the bits were unusual. There were not rabbit bits (the neighborhood has many wild rabbits). Nor cat bits. Or raccoon bits.
I would never have thought that I would wonder about…bits. As I stood though, I pondered. What kind of creature did these bits come from? And why were they concentrated on the corner of the porch floor? It seemed rather a curious place to, ah, deposit bits.
I stared at the bit site.
Then a thought occurred to me. Could the bits have come from…up?
So, without thinking, I looked up.
The other day I realized that the bat was gone.
I felt, oddly, quite sad, and hope she/he is OK.