Wagtail
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- Joined
- Jan 15, 2013
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- Location
- St Helens, Tasmania, Australia
- Tractor
- JD 4105 / JD Z355E (48" deck)
As I sat down in my favourite chair to watch the evening news (6pm, cloudy outside) a little bat flew out from behind the TV, as quiet as, well, a bat. [He/she? I'll call 'him' Barry. Which means he automatically gets the Aussie nickname "Bazza"] The house has cathedral ceilings, so wee Bazza went upstairs to hang out in the guest bedroom to either find his way out (however he got in) or wait until it got truly dark. I'm not concerned, all Tasmanian bats are of the micro variety and only eat insects. A quick Google confirms that none are carrying any virus.
I'm not an All Lights Blazing sort of bloke. Subtle lighting for me. So around 9pm, Barry came down from upstairs looking for mossies to eat... going around & around the livingroom.
Hmmmm... how do I help poor Barry out. I don't have a net. He's of no harm to me and I wear my hair as a #2 buzzcut, so there's no chance of him getting tangled. What to do?
K.I.S.S.
I opened the door and stepped back. Out goes Bazza!
I'm going to miss the wee bloke. :wave:
I'm not an All Lights Blazing sort of bloke. Subtle lighting for me. So around 9pm, Barry came down from upstairs looking for mossies to eat... going around & around the livingroom.
Hmmmm... how do I help poor Barry out. I don't have a net. He's of no harm to me and I wear my hair as a #2 buzzcut, so there's no chance of him getting tangled. What to do?
K.I.S.S.
I opened the door and stepped back. Out goes Bazza!
I'm going to miss the wee bloke. :wave: