The bats by the attic

I missed Springwatch tonight, but I had the chance to witness my own bit of wildlife: I saw our neighbours the bats tonight. It was just a moment, but I saw them fairly well. They were two of them, dancing together (courting?) as the sun was going down. I can see them when the sun goes down and shadows get bigger, in that moment in the evening when night takes its place but is not quite there yet, "entre chien et loup" as we say in Québec. It was a fantastic spectacle. I never get tired of the bats. Living in the attic creates a certain proximity with winged creatures. They really are neighbours. Elusive ones, but still.