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I like going to the grocery store after work. The timing is just right. The sun is just starting to go down. Day eases into twilight.
At this hour, a large chunk of the Brisbane population of flying foxes decide that they really need to move from somewhere southwest of the grocery store to somewhere northeast of it. They need to move, they need to move now, and they need to move one at a time.
So I wander down the street at this time, my neck craning to watch the large bats (I guess they're mostly wing...their bodies might only be rat-sized) as they fly overhead. I am always surprised how everyone around me trudges along, absorbed in their own little worlds, as if there NOT bats flying overhead. I want to yell, "Hey guys, pay attention! There are a bunch of BATS flying over our heads ONE AT A TIME! Isn't it AWESOME!"
But I don't.
Come to think of it, after living in the U.S. for 32 years (including 5 in upstate New York), I still say, "Hey, look! Deer!"
At this hour, a large chunk of the Brisbane population of flying foxes decide that they really need to move from somewhere southwest of the grocery store to somewhere northeast of it. They need to move, they need to move now, and they need to move one at a time.
So I wander down the street at this time, my neck craning to watch the large bats (I guess they're mostly wing...their bodies might only be rat-sized) as they fly overhead. I am always surprised how everyone around me trudges along, absorbed in their own little worlds, as if there NOT bats flying overhead. I want to yell, "Hey guys, pay attention! There are a bunch of BATS flying over our heads ONE AT A TIME! Isn't it AWESOME!"
But I don't.
Come to think of it, after living in the U.S. for 32 years (including 5 in upstate New York), I still say, "Hey, look! Deer!"