Goslings, 2008

We rarely see Canada Geese in the yard proper; they stick to the water, the far bank, or the hidden-from-view bank where O dumps his bags of corn. We'd like to think that the parents brought their family past the kitchen window to show them off to the folks who keep their bellies full.

Something silently flew over my head at the computer one evening last week, just enough to cast a little shadow and catch my attention. I turned on the lights, opened the window, and out flew the bat. I was proud of myself for not squealing like a girl. :o)