[halftwo]

Keith (the cat) pours himself through the cat flap, pauses, the door flick-flack behind; licks his paws as the Robin spies him, ceasing his singing, as the evening orchestra's crescendo hits the night's falling.

Blackbirds, 'bible black', "pink" in alarms and Magpies' rapid-fire rattles hit the gloom, and Song thrushes serenade the darkning sky.

February bats jink through poplars, silent scraps of tautness flexing.

Out over the field before night hides them a Heron, then a Buzzard glide and flap to hunt and home. Rooks' eerie caws echo-answer across from the charcoal woods.

Night: and the Robin sings again.

[Kits]

You have such a way with words. That is lovely.

Hope all is going well with you and Mrs halftwo.

[SueO]

Hi H,
You've made me wonder about bats and temperature. What is the nighttime Temp at your place now? Are bats out during winter nights? For some reason I always thought of them as being out in warm weather--don't know why I thought that. I'm going to have to google now--poor leetle grey cells--I've been putting the pressure on them of late.

[halftwo]

Hi Sue, you're right of course, bats here are usually hibernating but will emerge on unseasonably warm nights to hunt. Which is what happened a few nights ago.

[SueO]

Originally Posted by halftwo

Hi Sue, you're right of course, bats here are usually hibernating but will emerge on unseasonably warm nights to hunt. Which is what happened a few nights ago.

Good to hear some warmth is emerging. I did google a bit and found that some bats in the US hibernate and some migrate to warmer climes. I do plan on putting up bat houses at my place when I get home. We have some tiny bats that feed over our swimming pool in the summer.
Sue

[halftwo]

Originally Posted by halftwo

Keith (the cat) pours himself through the cat flap, pauses, the door flick-flack behind; licks his paws as the Robin spies him, ceasing his singing, as the evening orchestra's crescendo hits the night's falling.

Blackbirds, 'bible black', "pink" in alarms and Magpies' rapid-fire rattles hit the gloom, and Song thrushes serenade the darkning sky.

February bats jink through poplars, silent scraps of tautness flexing.

Out over the field before night hides them a Heron, then a Buzzard glide and flap to hunt and home. Rooks' eerie caws echo-answer across from the charcoal woods.

Night: and the Robin sings again.

Why has this been from My Birding Day? Who dunnit? Can it be moved back, please?

[fugl]

Originally Posted by halftwo

Why has this been from My Birding Day? Who dunnit? Can it be moved back, please?

Ah, I knew I'd read your fine poem before. I don't know why it was moved but this is a good place for it. Is there any reason it couldn't be in both threads, I wonder?