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Well, there's rabies, for one thing.
I have little bats living here, year round, that swoop down in front of my kitchen window all night for bugs.
Even in snowy cold, they are there every eve.
They must live in the old snag trees out here in the 100 acre wood.
So far, I have not gotten rabies !
Little Brown Bats, probably, and yeah, they're busy all winter near the coast.
There's been a couple of bad rabies scares in Thurston County, including one memorable summer when Gary Locke's whole family had to get the injections. I like bats as a general thing, in the same way I
really like and admire garter snakes: I used to be phobic about them, but have rationalized my way to an intellectual appreciation coupled with caution.
Which I think describes the Hamburgs (aka the Roches) position on me, the cows, and slowly but surely the dogs: they've figured out we're no threat, and that I feed them, and don't go zooming into the air at first sight of us. The cattle are fascinated by them and/or jealous that they get grain, but are two fence layers plus a steel pipe gate (the one which closes the orchard off when we're using it as a catch pen spends 99.9% of its time chained back to the pasture mesh) from getting in and eating their feed. The Hamburgs freaked the first time a giant cow nose came close but now ignore the heck out of them.
I need to go finish emptying the coop of random tools, fasteners, and boards that we stuck in there out of the rain on Sunday so I can get it painted. Excelsior! again.