Oy. What is going on here? First it was the Bob-o-Lynx and I had to watch my body as well as my Peanuts. Then it was the rodent population in the barn, and those Peanuts had to be put under lock and key. Then it was the deer and the big ole' b'ar. So I've got those Peanuts hidden, I can tell you. By now you are probably wondering what the hay I'm babbling about. I can only tell you there is no babbling involved. Not even a little. All of sudden, for reasons beknownst only to those trespassers having appeared, we are absolutely overrun with strange critters. It can only be an invasion and they can only be after my Peanuts.
Anyway, this morning the Goatmother bopped out to the barn. Wait a minute. I forgot. It was morning and the Goatmother is morally opposed to bopping at that hour. Nonetheless, she came out to the barn, opened the outer door and peered in at the live trap to see if the Goatfather had any new cab fares. The trap was empty and even unsprung. Will wonders never cease? So the Goatmother walked across the barn to the door of the Holy Grail of Goatdom, the grain room. Guess what? When she opened the door something plopped onto the floor. In retrospect, I have to say at least it didn't hit her on the head this time. If you want to read about that debacle, you can go here. So what was it?
It was a little brown bat. Now you may not know that bats can not take off from the ground, and if you went back and read about the time the bat fell on the Goatmother's head, you might also have read that, at that time, the Goatmother and the Goatfather tried to launch the little fellow. Since they knew better this time, the Goatmother got the bat onto the launch pad ...
... but had the Goatfather take him straight away to the top shelf in the old chicken coop. I don't think he woke up the whole trip. Well, perhaps he was knocked out. Who can tell with a bat? At any rate, when it gets dark, he'll wake up and be able to take off by dropping from the shelf. No doubt going on about his batly business - which, I sincerely hope, does NOT involve my Peanuts.
Anyway, I'm just wondering. Do bats like Peanuts? The other thing I'm wondering is why, with all the lovely nooks and crannies in the barn, do these guys pick the door to the grain room to roost? Surely anyone with any sense knows that the Goatmother, being the single-minded sort, rarely looks up when she is on a mission. I suppose we'll just have to chalk it up to bat stupidity.
With all these strange critter appearances, though, it makes me wonder if it is some sort of omen. Does this mean we are going to have a lot of snow this year so everybody is stocking up? I mean, already flurries are predicted for the end of next week, and already there have been significant accumulations at higher elevations. Oy. I better ask the Goatmother to go to Costco and stock up on Peanuts. Why not follow the crowd. Just this once.