Where the Wild Things Are…

Tonight, we got home a little bit late because of having to stop to do errands on the way home…I made a lovely chicken stirfry for supper (featuring fresh zucchini from our garden).  By the time I’d finished dessert (more luscious blueberry pie with vanilla ice cream – https://writerwoman61.wordpress.com/2010/08/08/i-owe-it-all-to-pig-fat/), it was after 8:00, and I still had blueberries to pick.

I grabbed a plastic mixing bowl (I like to harvest stuff in mixing bowls), and went outside.  We’d had a minor blueberry boom over the last couple of days – the bushes were loaded with big, ripe berries again.  I’d been picking for about half an hour when I felt something drop down my shirt.

As I was fishing the small green inchworm out of my cleavage (I never freak out about bugs!), I saw something small and fast run across in front of my feet into the long grass beside the rhubarb…I’m hoping it was a mouse…

It was at about the halfway point that I heard the rumble of thunder in the distance.  It was getting darker, and the mosquitoes and other bugs were coming out in earnest – they were biting me through my jeans!  I continued to pick, straining to see the dark berries in the dim light.  Luckily, the storm held off…

The next sound I heard was that of a deer snorting.  For those who don’t know, deer snort as a way of telling you that you’re pissing them off…I turned nervously around, checking to see how close it was, and praying it was a doe and not the buck.  She was more than 200 feet away – nothing to worry about.  I went back to the task at hand.

Finally, I was coming down the home stretch…by now it was so dark, I was picking almost entirely by feel.  I checked the backside of the last bush, and headed for the house.

Then I saw the bats swooping around…I’m never picking that late again!!!


Filed under food, gardening, nature

12 responses to “Where the Wild Things Are…

  1. What a lovely evening. Bats are really wonderful creatures. I saw one up close and personal when we were on vacation. Slept in a crack next to the front door, by the door mat. I have a picture of it all curled up. You can see it’s sweet little hind foot sticking out. If I hadn’t known better, I might have picked it up and loved it a little. Some things you just have to love from a distance.

  2. planejaner

    Oh, the bats. We have a colony we need to get moved…since they live in our house…they are between the brick of the chimney, and the outer walls…so, no access in the house.

    i don’t mind bats.
    I DO mind bats living 3 feet from me…


  3. Intellectually I like bats but had a real problem when two got into the house a few years ago. You can’t open the windows for them to fly out, they just sort of take up residence until you escort them out. I never did find out how they got in.

    • Hi Thomas:

      I remember when I was a kid waking up in the middle of the night when something flew over my bed. I got up, woke up my dad, and told him there was a bird in the house. It wasn’t until after he caught it in a bucket that I found out it was actually a bat! It had flown close enough to my head to feel the air from the wings…pretty traumatic for an 8-year-old!

      Thanks for stopping by!


  4. Bats? Ewwww. Double ewwww. Make that ewww to infinity!

  5. izziedarling

    I’ve had bat run ins – meh! But I would love to be in your garden in daylight. 🙂

  6. Wish we had enough blueberries to harvest wiith more than a coffee cup. Maybe next year!

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