Perching high up in a tree in the woods, dry leaves swirling around me like confetti. The branches form an uncomfortable V around my butt, but this particular perch gives an incredible panoramic view of the forest.
Photo: Sylver Blaque
I love writing & watching wildlife from up here – for as long as my butt can take it!
No wildlife-watching today, however. Have the goobies with me. 🙂
Mally‘s jumping around & up in the air, trying to catch swirling leaves. But MegaDeath is yowling back at the wind, as if to say, “Yes, Mother Nature, I hear you. Now hear THIS!”
Nope, no wildlife-watching with the goobies around! 🙄
Photo: Sylver Blaque / Mally & MegaDeath
Have 2 other foster-goobies this week: Apache & Soldier. They’re twins (well, 2 of sextups, actually), the only survivors of a murderous ex-owner who killed their siblings, one by one.
It’s in my hair, on my shoulders, splattered across the back of my neck, and God knows where else.
We’re rescuing a colony of bats that got trapped in someone’s attic, and pooping is an animal’s fight or flight response to being captured.
But guess what?
It’s part of our fight or flight response, as well.
It’s why sometimes people get so scared they pee on themselves. Like my coworker just did because he’s never seen so many bats in person. I won’t talk about how hilarious it was to see his reaction when they all started flying around, grazing his head.