BATS IN MY BEDROOM

Pardon me while I mourn.  My favorite little camera, the Canon PowerShot SD 780 IS it turning rapidly to toast.  The LCD screen image is disintegrating.  I don't know if this was going to happen anyway or if it is due to a calf bamming its head into my pant leg while getting bottle fed.  At any rate I can't see what I am shooting and I need to find an affordable replacement. Well this Canon has had a short but well lived life in the USA, IBERIA and SOUTH AMERICA.  It has photographed castles and volcanoes, critters and humans and several loads of fish. Once again I should have listened to my intuition and bought a new one before embarking on this summer adventure.  Life goes on.  SNIFF.  And now the rest of the story...

I woke up to use the bathroom at 1:00am and I saw "something" fly into my room.  I wasn't wearing my contact lenses or my glasses.  After returning to my dark room I could hear the fluttering of wings and some light bumps in the night.  A bird perhaps?  SQUEAK. Nope, it was a bat.  I had a bat in my room and I was too tired to do anything about it.  Actually even if I wasn't too tired I really don't know what I would have done to get the bat out so I just opened my bedroom door figuring he/it would find someplace else to go while I went back to sleep.

I confirmed this morning at breakfast that it was a bat.  In fact there are several bats that come to visit in the night.  The farm's owners were going to be on the TV show TRADING SPOUSES.  They made three interviews.  At the last one Andy the now 19 year old son filled the interviewer in about the bats.  That was the last callback the family had for the show. This makes them expensive family bats.  The network compensates well but bats most likely meant too much of a liability.  There's a pet ferret here so whats a few flying rodents too?

TRAINS.  After chores and breakfast I broke away to explore along the Minnesota border about 30 minutes south of the farm.  I drove down to Osceola to check out some trains.  On Saturdays and Sundays there are special rides (some with dinner served) to experience how things once were in the good old days.  I figured that on a Tuesday no one would be there and I could just wander around alone and take some photos.  I was correct.

On my way back north I stopped at the waterfalls in the area.  I needed to do a little hiking.  It was such a lovely place and cute little town.

So I am cutting it short as I just got called down to dinner.  Until next time!  DO SOMETHING NEW TODAY!