Many years ago, a little way from the small town of Mason, Texas, a cave was born. It didn’t take long for this cave to become the summer home of millions of female bats ready to give birth. A little bird let out this delightful secret and thousands upon thousands of people have made it their getaway destination.
I know that many of you read this column and I honestly appreciate this. I did however, mention in my first report for the season that I would get a picture in of the group that visited the first night. It was SUPPOSED to be in last week’s edition but as most of you have noticed, there was NO Bat Cave Report last week. I had not received the photo so I waited until the last possible second to write the article and when I sat down to do this, I had no phone service and NO INTERNET.
It was a holiday week, so having waited too long I missed the deadline....shame on me! I still haven’t received that picture, but I was notified that it was ready to be sent to me but they had lost my email address. I let them know that I would get back with them, but with no internet service I couldn’t do that in time. Soooo, soon I will get that picture in the paper.
That first week at the Eckert James River Bat Cave one of those thirteen children, Aiden, named one of the bats. He chose the name “Lizzie”. At six years of age, he made a memory that will last a lifetime.
On May 23rd another educational group from Collin College from Plano, Texas visited the cave for a night of one-on-one with the bats. All of these young adults and their instructors were wowed at the emergence and showed it with smiles, handshakes and hugs.
On May 26th a young man named Kody Kale got to the Preserve a little early and helped me dig stumps out of the trail from brush that had died. This young man had two women with him and one turned out to be his girlfriend and the other, her mother. This guy got to impress his lady friend with his strength and his country gentleman ability to help out an old lady in distress. I had wrestled with those two stumps for days and they hung on like barnacles to a seagoing ship. Anyway, he is my new hero and the trail is cleared of any potential tripping problems
On May 31st the Young family showed up to see what the bat cave was all about. Did they ever learn the “all about” when the bats made their nightly emergence from the cave. They were from the Oklahoma, New Mexico border. They taught me the word for bat in Navaho....Ja’a’ ah’banii. Little Wade Young named a bat Queen Ana. His sister Ana was quite appreciative that it was named after her.
I cannot leave out the Corcoran and Reilly families who worked diligently in the heat to help me unlock my batmobile after I left my key hanging from the mirror as I closed my door. I do not deny that the signs are all there to prove that age is catching up with me....and at times passing me up. A big Mason thanks to you for your help!
This was my week and again, memories in the making thanks to the greatest eight acres on this planet and all the little critters that call it home. Thanks to all of you who made this your vacation destination and please come back soon. See ya at the cave.......