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Last night I climbed into bed looking forward to a peaceful night of sleep and dreams. I laid my head upon the soft, cool pillow, closed my eyes…’Whooooosh….Whoooooosh….WHOOOOOSH’

I opened my eyes. ‘WHOOOSH!’ Something shot past inches above my head. I turned on the light.

A bat.
Aaarghh and double aaarghhh!

I like bats. We share a house. But when they fly down the chimneys (often), it’s not so good. Round and round and round the room they fly, at an unfeasible speed, sonar so sensitive that they skim past objects, leaving only millimetres to spare…including my head. There’s nothing I can do. If you’ve ever tried herding bats, you’ll understand…

So…back to bed. Eyes closed. Trying to ignore the ‘WHOOOSH….WHOOOSH…’

I wake again. ‘Drip…Drip…DRIP…DRIP DRIP DRIP…*rain noise*’ It’s raining…in my bedroom.

I am prepared. When it rains outside, it rains inside somewhere in my house. So I have buckets, towels and umbrellas at the ready.

The logical and practical person now says ‘mend your roof’. Yes. Fair comment. But, there is a factor that you haven’t taken into consideration. Mother Nature… (read on…)

So, rain catchers in place, I return to bed.

‘Woo..wooowooo…wooowooowooo’. I wake. ‘Woowoowoo’ An owl. I close my eyes again. Living in a forest, I get treated to the Wagnerian owl chorus from Tristan and Isowlda most nights.

‘Aaaaieeeee….AAAAIIIIIEEEAAAAIIIII…SCREECH’…I wake. The barn owls have arrived and it sounds as though someone is being hideously murdered outside my window…and then remurdered 30 seconds later…

Back to sleep….and into my dream comes creeping ‘scrabble, scratch, scrat-scrat-scrat…eeek….eeek…SQEEEeeeek’…I wake. Sigh.

I share my house with mice, rats, dormice, bats, owls, stone martens, spiders, swallows, sparrows, house martens, occasional snakes, frogs, toads…and monsters with hob-nailed boots that stamp on the ceiling above my bed at night. I’m happy to share. It’s no more my house than theirs.
BUT… it’s because of them that it rains indoors. Every time I repair my roof, within a week they are rebreaking it. They like the holes. They act as doors and let in the water to fill their drinking troughs and baths.

If I don’t like it, I suppose I can move out into the barn. There’s nice warm hay there to sleep on after all…….. :-/

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