Bring on the bat bombs 
Feeds my soul
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Maggie
You can batbomb me all day.
In fact we should a bategory especially for your wonderful stories. Boy that shows how intelligent they are. I miss them flying around the courtyard and front garden at dusk and dawn, this time of year due to the cold. But often just stand on the front lawn while 4 or 5 do the house circuit, dive bombing bugs and me some times. Its truly a magical experience, especially when the fly sooooo close !! .
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These sound like microbats which are insectivorous Toby. It’s unlikely they were dive bombing you. When they first launch, they drop a little before their wings catch enough air give them uplift. If it’s a pregnant bat or one carrying a pup that’s a lot of extra weight to get airborne, so they can drop quite low. For anyone standing under them it can look like they’re swooping and that can be scary. Best to get out of their way.
No it only seems there heading for you but in reality you know they are just feeding on the wing. Yes unfortunately they are the small European species but still wonderful to stand watch and experience.
I fell in love with the large “flying fox” type species aka fruit bats after a visit to London Zoo when I was about 10. The size and grace was amazing and always stuck with me ! The mercury will be rising in a month or so and my mini bats will return.
There are about 34 species here in France but I suspect the ones here are Pipistrelles, just as cute as the Fruit Bats just smaller.
Pics from online source not me !
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This is Maggie. She’s just a grey headed fox 
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BAM!! 
(and a wham-ba-lam to get 20 chars!)
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Hello Maggie,
Although the reason is of course sad…I love your photos, just like everyone here…so post them often you want…I melt completely those critters when i see them,they really look at/in you, … I myself always enjoy when they fly around my head directly behind our garden, in any case an advantage of such a stupid municipal lamppost.
Keep on the good work
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@brianlarsen @Dave911 
@roger_holland I’ll make sure I indulge myself and hopefully delight you with further postings.
You may be interested to know that Pteropus poliocephalus is on the vulnerable to extinction list. I’d best keep at least some of my LL guitar related or this grey headed flying fox could be exterminated 
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I’m afraid I have a bit of an aversion to bats. I clearly watched too many Christopher Lee films in my youth! 
Obviously you are the exception Maggie. 
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Hi Maggie,
It’s been a while (In perspective to the first months) and I hope you are doing well…and that things are getting better in your area too…and if it suits you it would be nice to see some pictures of your animals …although of course that means something is wrong with them,…but there is always something with the animals,where they need help with, and that will never pass (also just bad luck)…
Or something completely different of course like playing guitar…
It’s just a weird way of me saying hello… 
Greetings
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How lovely of you to pop in Rogier, thankyou.
I love your weirdness, long may it last 
I have a new song that’s almost ready to go public. Till I get it finished, it may satisfy your weirdness 
to read the story I wrote a while back, from which I’ve taken the song.
Request for Long Service Leave.
My heart has told me she’s tired and wants to take long service leave. This seems a fair enough request; she’s done a good job day in day out. She’s earned some time away from the workplace.
I contact the local Employment Agency to find a replacement for her, someone to tide me over while she’s away. I want someone like her, a Good Heart. A heart that can keep a steady beat, nothing fancy, just a steady beat with the capacity to accommodate the occasional drama or downer. It needs to be in one piece and in reasonably good repair. Ideally, I’d like to see a few battle scars healed and wiser for it.
“We’re a bit down on numbers at the moment” the employment agent tells me, “All the Good Hearts and Kind Hearts have been taken and we haven’t had a Generous Heart on our books for a few weeks now, they’re very popular. Leave it with us, we’ll send you our recommendations by the end of the week” she says.
Within a few days they had shortlisted the most likely.
The procession of applicants begins with Broken Heart announcing herself in a flood of tears and a jangle of bling that holds her fractured pieces together in a haphazard sort of way. “Why in the blazes would they send this one to me?” I wondered. She looks at me through teary eyes and says “I’m a great multi-tasker; I’m good at holding it all together no matter what. I might look a mess and I mightn’t be whole hearted I admit, but I’ll give it my best shot”.
The clump of steel capped boots and a haze of cigarette smoke preceded the next applicant, Tough Love. “Tell me a bit about your work history Mr Tough” I asked. “Call me T” he grunted as he took a drag on the stub of cigarette attached to his lip. “I don’t take any crap. I set the pace. I don’t slow down for sob stories and I don’t speed up for other people’s dramas. It’s my way or no way” he said staring steely eyed at me as he handed over his CV. Gazing at it I see he has brought every project in on time, on budget and there have been no fatalities or serious injuries.
Capricious Heart twirled her way into the room in a tease of smoke and mirrors. Unable to sit in one place for more than a moment she perches on the desk in front of me and smiles beguilingly. Before I could ask about her work experience she leans toward me and says “I’d be so good for you, stodgy old thing, you need to be brightened up. I’d change that way the old heart does things … too predictable. I’d get a few new rhythms happening, maybe a bit of hip hop or crump for something new. And that boring old red, how passé, I’d have a new colour every week.”
Half Hearted dragged herself into the interview room late and flopped herself down sideways on the chair. Looking up at me from under the messy fringe covering her left eye she waited for me to ask her something. “Why are you here?” I asked. “Err, um, I’ve been told I have unfulfilled potential. I’m a life waiting to happen and if I don’t get a job soon they’ll cut off my dole. A part time job is enough for me.”
“Next” I muttered.
As Brave Heart came into the room he limped on his prosthetic leg. He held the hand of a Heart that was hanging back behind him, timid and frightened. I peered at Brave Heart quizzically, he volunteered “Oh this is my friend Faint of Heart; it’s time he got a job. If you give him the job I’d like to be his mentor if that’s OK with you? I’m not as able bodied as I used to be, but I still have a lot to pass on to this young fellow”.
Soft Heart embraces me in a moosh of pink marshmallow, gusts of her rose fragrance clinging to me as I attempt to separate myself from her gooey embrace “What special qualities do you bring to the job Soft,” I asked. “I’d love everyone” she replied in a breathy imitation of Marilyn Monroe. " Love is all there is" “Is that all?” “Oh yes, there’s nothing more, love is all there is the rest will take care of itself” she replies with an airy self-assurance.
Interviews completed, I consider my options. None of the applicants are a suitable replacement for my heart. I wonder about hiring two hearts to job share. Brave Heart and Faint Heart or Tough Love and Broken Heart could perhaps manage the job. Capricious Heart and Half-Hearted sharing the job, I shudder to think of the possibilities. Soft Heart could be on call for situations that couldn’t be resolved any other way.
As I mull over my choices, it occurs to me that I’ve undervalued my Good Heart and the job she’s done so well. I phone the agency late in the day to tell them that no suitable applicants have been found and that my heart and I are currently negotiating a new contract.
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What a wonderful read Maggie, makes this new project sound intriguing.
Working title The Good Heart of Maggie Good ?
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Made me think of this
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Looking forward to the song, Maggie, the story was a thoughtful read, you are an artist, so masterful in the way you bring ideas to life with such vivid imagery.
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Thanks Maggie,…
And I read this story after what I typed earlier … well, you could almost say coincidence does not exist …
Dear greetings… 
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The crazy dame is back again, regaling us with tales from her imaginarium’s Wunderkammer 
I happen to know the guy who works in that Employment Agency. He moonlights part-time as a Relationship Crash Investigator. I shared a song about him not so long ago. I’m starting to question his work ethics and conflict of interest 
You’re spot on regarding the weirdness of @roger_holland . I’d be wary of encouraging him too much 
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What a beautiful story Maggie. It brought tears to my eyes as I’m currently in the broken heart category as my mother-in- law died last week. I’ve of course known her pretty much all my adult life.
She won’t have been knockin’ on heaven’s door. The door would be open and waiting for her I’m sure.
I’m very much looking forward to your new song.
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Thoughts and feelings with you, Gordon.
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Oh Maggie, what a unique and beautiful imagination you have. I’ve always loved your thought process. Can’t wait for the song.
Gordon, sorry for your loss.
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This is truly great story telling there Maggie, really enjoyed the read and can’t wait to hear what musically you will bring to the table with this one 
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