Bats in the Belfry by Linda Starr
If you read the post before last, you probably thought I was kidding when I said I was going to show you a real live bat, didn't you? You thought it was going to be one of those baby rattler jokes or something, right? Well it isn't. Once again I was inspired to make something from one of the many creatures I happen to discover here. This time it was a bat.
I see lots of bats flying around here at night and that's not so unusual. Some of them are big and some are small. Bats are real beneficial, most eat insects, especially moths. Some eat fruit and some pollinate flowers. Bats aren't blind but they do fly by a sophisticated sonar system called echolocation. The other night, though, I was sure surprised when I saw a bat up real close.
Our garage faces West and during the summer heat builds up in there. So when the sun sets I open the roll up garage door and the side door and let the breezes blow the heat out of the garage so it doesn't radiate into the house. The other night I was going out to the garage to close the door for the evening and I turned on the light and I saw a bat hanging from the ceiling. I didn't want to close the garage door because the bat would have been locked in the garage. Finally I decided to turn the light on outside the garage, and turn the light off inside the garage, to see if the bat would leave. After an hour or so I checked the garage again. The bat had moved over a bit but was still inside the garage. So I decided to close the roll up door and leave the side door open with the light on outside before I went to bed. When I closed the roll up door, the noise scared him and he jerked his body a little bit but he stayed put.
It's hard to tell from the photo, but this bat was pretty big. His body was about six inches from head to tail. I couldn't tell how big his wing span was because he had them folded up. If you look at the photo on the lower left hand side, that little hand looking thing is his back foot. In the morning I checked the garage and the bat was gone. The next night the same thing happened and I had to leave the side door open again. Tonight I started looking forward to seeing the bat, but he hasn't come back. I'll check the garage again before I go to bed. Earlier in the week Gary said he found mouse droppings on his car. Now we know it was guano from the bat.
I really wanted to make a big platter with a more detailed bat, but I only had this small amount of black clay left. I decided to make a tile with a bat. Then I thought of the phrase, bats in the belfry. So that's what I made. A bat flying near a bell tower to commemorate seeing the bat in our garage. When I told Gary I was going to make something called bats in the belfry, he said, "That sounds about right". Wonder what he meant by that?
I often take things literally, like bats in the belfry, but it's a phrase which means someone who is unusual, batty, a little off their rocker. You don't think Gary meant that about me, do you? I have another idea for something to make with a bat, I better write it down. I just checked the garage, the bat isn't there and I'm actually a little sad. Be sure to come back to my blog again for a visit, because you never know what I might be up to. After all I am a little, well you know.