tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18892216.post2457817373910825373..comments2023-10-28T23:38:51.184+11:00Comments on Dyed and Gone to Heaven: A Walk in the GardensLisa Waltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10700840975562908708noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18892216.post-11900558588317850302007-06-06T08:46:00.000+10:002007-06-06T08:46:00.000+10:00How totally cool... I LOVE that second photo... li...How totally cool... I LOVE that second photo... like wind ruffling cloth in the breeze, or sails or waves.... <BR/><BR/>And the bats! I love bats! When we lived in Gabon, the Ambassador would have receptions from 6-8 pm, late enough in the day to avoid the heat, but not too late. And of course, since we were almost on top of the Equator, the sun set at 6:30. So every reception (these were "command performances," considered part of your work duties) we got to watch the fruit bats that lived in the trees by the Residence take flight. <BR/><BR/>We had a pool in the back yard there, with a light that stayed on 'til midnight. For abut 9 months we had a bat that would come every evening and swoop down and get a drink, circle 'round, and do it again. Loved to watch for him!<BR/><BR/>Cheers, sarahSarah Ann Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05917752257414120820noreply@blogger.com