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'And the bats were out too: ragged patches of silent blackness against the deep night-purple star-bespattered sky.' - Neil Gaiman, 'For as the eyes of bats are to the blaze of day so is the reason in our soul to the things which are by nature most evident of all.' - Aristotle, 'On the single strand of wire strung to bring our house electricity grackles and starlings neatly punctuated an invisible sentence.' - John Updike, Art, Batsh, Boidies, It's more the way your eyes Are laughing as they glance across the great divide, Murmeration application, Photography, You can tell at a glance what a swell night this is for romance You can hear dear mother nature murmuring low
That film was by Jan van IJken, and to compliment it I give you the work of Doris Mitsch which she captures in her the mesmerising flight trails of bats and birdies.
Murmeration is a superb word, I’m sure you’ll agree.
Esme is a huge bat fan (man)
Esme's Cloud 
We have hundreds of the tiny little ones here every night. Even had to rescue one once… but sadly it died.
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Ohhhhhh, poor wee thing, they are such beautiful creatures, I envy you seeing so many.
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Wow … love this so much. Thank you for sharing Esme🎈
We put up a bat house a few years ago, but there are only a few flying by and none settled in the house. May we all appreciate and protect these awesome creatures 💕
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You’re welcome Val, incredible stuff! I have an acquaintance who studies bats for a living, he has one of the best jobs in the universe.
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I kind of like bats but…that video was utterly terrifying. I kept wanting to duck. Amazing though.
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They squeak well of you too. Hahahahahaha. I would love to have a job lot flying around my head, they’re very good at avoiding people, I’ve been out early evening before and one or two have swooped close.
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-giggles- I’m more catty than batty but live and let live. :p
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Mrrrroooow? 🙂
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Jan van Ikjen nij kavjan is the Swedish equivalent of Sally sells seashells on the seashore.
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Very nice, here’s one back:
I am not the pheasant plucker,
I’m the pheasant plucker’s mate.
I am only plucking pheasants
Because the pheasant plucker’s late… bows
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I’m going to call the animal protection people because that sounds like cruelty!
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They all had heart attacks, however, I can adjust it for you:
I am not the peasant plucker,
I’m the peasant plucker’s mate.
I am only plucking peasant
Because the peasant plucker’s late…
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Much better! I could care less about peasants!!!
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Wow!
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I know!
Esme soaring through the Cloud with Susi
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So happy you posted it, Esme! I shared with a bird loving friend and she was mesmirized by them too. 🙂
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Wow so beautiful ❤️
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Isn’t it? Thank you for commenting Obong smiles
Esme waving upon the Cloud
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You are most welcome Esme
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Wowsers, Esme. These are spellbinding dynamos most certain. A perspective from ethereal clouddom must bring these guys into a whole new spectrum of wonderful. How is the view from overhead? Murmuration is the perfect word for this phenomenon.
Murming in harmony with the birds and bats from the viewpoint of my avatar, Mumbletunes Murms and mumbs as the waves spin along.
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Mumbletones, of course! Hello dear Bill, it’s heady heights I hover from these days, the cloud has risen to give the birdies more space and also avoid potential mushroom clouds chasing it. Watching birds and bats is good for the soul, people should spend more time with them, murmering and mosying along.
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Murmers and mormers and mimers. Hovering in the heights while watching those murmerational birds and bats, not flying together mind you. No, that would never murmerate well. Those mushroom clouds must enjoy joining in with the waves up there.
Murmering and mosying is a splendid way to greet spring’s harbingers methinks. Yes.
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I must say all those marvellous words backwards to get the full power of them! I do love your words Bill.
Esme cartwheeling backwards through them all on the wings of starlings
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Thank you so much, Esme. I do enjoy spinning letters into words, into certain murmerational worlds.
Cartwheeling backwards is beyond my ken.
Grand wheeling starlings among the clouds.
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