Bat Bridge . . .
I've always called this "Bat Bridge." Hundreds, maybe thousands of bats roost underneath because it is their home. I've stood on the bridge many times at sundown and watched them fly out beneath me. If my arms were longer, I think I could almost reach out and touch them. The moment the sun disappears on the horizon they start their nightly ritual. A few at first, quickly becoming huge masses. My eyes straining, I could see them in the waning light. I could feel them, hear them, cutting through the night air. Soon they all disappeared from sight and into the darkness. All was quiet and those who came to watch, said good night and headed home. (click on picture for full size view)
