A few weeks past were a series of unusually warm days into the 70s. No longer spring but almost summer. I headed out to plant some perennials in the heat and happened to glance up at the sky. Just above my head diving and swirling like a dog-fighter pilot was a rusty brown bat in the afternoon sun.
What was he doing in the middle of the day? Had he gotten mixed up because of the sudden change in seasonal temps?
He swooped and dove and perhaps was eating gnats up high that I could not see. I crazily threw off my muddy garden shoes and gloves and almost killed myself rushing inside to get a camera to photograph this phenomena.
I had the telephoto lens on and therefore it was hard to capture such a small bird in such crazy flight. He zoomed to the side of the high holly and actually landed...for three seconds. He was immediately attacked by the resident titmouse who screeched at him and went for his throat! I was so enthralled by the exercise that I did not get a photo.
The bat flew off into the woods and then just over my head he was followed closely by the bald eagle...both at low levels. They disappeared into the bare branches of the trees. I hope that wherever they ended up, they played nice!