My mum excitedly called me over to come see a huge butterfly that had flown in through the window, flapped around the living room, and landed behind a corner table.
I remember learning about bats through the lens of my mother wearing a hat at dusk afraid the strange flying birds would get tangled in her hair. I always thought the way they flew was beautiful … still do.
I remember learning about bats through the lens of my mother wearing a hat at dusk afraid the strange flying birds would get tangled in her hair. I always thought the way they flew was beautiful … still do.
Interesting memory of your mother's fear of bats, and your affection for them. They have a magical way of flying indeed!