Somebody up there watching me ... and then I can not help but photograph it.
here I told you the story of the discovery and rescue of the small barn. This is the "father" or "mama" (do not know ...) who lives above my bedroom and wakes me up every night.
Last night I heard a big fuss over my window, I opened the curtains and my head was above him (or her).
It is a beautiful creature? He looked at me earnestly and in a curious way. The flash has not bothered the least. I had to make noise to keep it flying into a tree.
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