I have had two interesting encounters with wildlife in the last week.
The first was Saturday morning. I was on my way over to the farm to pick up Joash and say good-bye to Karisa, Emil's fiancee. As I was driving, I noticed a bald eagle flying along the road, sort of right along with me. I watched him land in a tree and then noticed another bald eagle already perched in the same tree. So I pulled over to get a picture.
My second encounter happened on Sunday. I had already stepped out of the house and had put the diaper bag and things in the car and had gotten in car myself. I was waiting for Wilbert to follow with Joash when Wilbert very carefully stuck his head out of the door and quietly asked, "Denise, can you come hear and help me a minuet?" wondering what in the world he could need help with, I got out of the car.
As I approached the house, Wilbert said, "There is a bat on my hat. I need to you hold open the door and I am going to throw my hat outside."
I shuddered thinking about a bat being in my house. I know bats do good things like eating bugs and pesky mosquitoes, but they don't need to be in my house to do that. I stood behind the door to hold it open. Wilbert had wisely shut the door that separate our kitchen from out entryway, so Joash was just hanging out in his car seat in the kitchen.
Wilbert grabbed his hat and threw it outside, but the bat fell off. Then Wilbert scooped it up with a small sand shovel that happened to be in the entryway and tossed the bat outside. The bat was not happy to have been woken up from its sleep, but it just laid on the porch while we grabbed Joash, shut the doors well and scurried off to church. When we returned, the bat was gone. And now I look at everything in our entryway very carefully.