Going Batty

Amazing how the time has gone!  Not even two entries for June--the month of beginnings...

the "batty" woodshed moved and...

You know that you are not in control when you can't blog more than that--my partner, Brent, and I have now been back to Cloudplay for almost two weeks.  That being said, it's been a bit slow-going.  A big part of what we've been up to is getting our place--especially our infrastructure--back in order.  One of the main things we've aimed to accomplish is to get our wood shed moved and set up next to our cabin.

This task wasn't actually that difficult, but did involve some major deconstruction of the present structure.  I wish someone had told the bats our intentions to give them a bit more time to be prepared.

To cut to the chase, there were several who obviously weren't going to move and needed more than a push to move them along.  Although a number of the flying rodents took off immediately, there were several who kept returning or lingered, and one mother was definitely not going to leave her young one    

being painted by Wwoofers Sandy and Dan

behind.


Perhaps she thought that she might win the struggle and to prove it, she decided to wing by Brent's ear closely enough to encourage him to make a trip to the local clinic to follow up on what he'd read that even a brush of a claw that didn't even draw blood was enough to transmit rabies.  Whether that was her intention or not, we'll never know, but Brent is now in the middle of his 4 or 5-shot treatment--just in case.


The result:  several somewhat sleepless nights and some very weird sensations in his body.  There will be more on this later...