So I can return these Bat-Books to the Bat-Library!
I’m not real clear on why the drop box in front of the Roanoke Public Library has a bat symbol on it. If I had to guess … it’s warning people about bats who might roost under its protruding slot at night? That kinda makes sense.
Downtown Roanoke is no stranger to wildlife. Just last night I saw a mid-sized raccoon scuttle up a tree right off Campbell Avenue — to the delight of a bunch of Labor Day weekend revelers returning from a bar. They were filming its hasty ascent with their cellphones. That raccoon got a lot of laughs.
All The Pretty Horses! (That’s a James Patterson reference, by the way.)
This pretty girl took a shine to me instantly. (I was surprised, as I thought horses were generally shy around strangers.) I wanted so badly to pet her, but I elected not to cross onto this person’s property in order to do so. I am told Southern people take certain things very seriously — and two of them are property lines and Second Amendment rights.
This eastern rat snake (or northern black racer?) elected to join our party, or he at least ventured near it, where he was expertly plucked up by one of our group. (You’ve got to lift them from just behind the head, so that they cannot bite you.)
Forget that narrow-fellow-in-the-grass bull@#$% you heard; this mamajama was KAIJU.
Watching “Captain America: Winter Soldier” on the big screen on the side of a barn! And then “Civil War!”
One of these chickens is an enterprising bird that my friend and her family have dubbed “Adventure Chicken,” as she frequently escapes the enclosure. Adventure Chicken actually stuck her head in my tent when I wasn’t looking.