Last Monday morning at 4:45, as is my custom, I took my coffee into my open-windowed study to listen to the season’s last bird songs and enjoy the magical time just before sunrise, when it’s neither dark nor light.To my surprise, there were four flittering, tiny bats silhouetted by the gray sky, erratically zig-zagging close overhead, putting on a dramatic aerial display, a truly wondrous performance that has gotten all too rare here.In the midst of yet […]