With the recent inclement weather I have not been able to venture forth. There are reports of flooding in parts but of eel storms in others; my silk bats have flown in food for me, a biscuit here or a pie crust there, scavenged as they can and based on what they think I eat. One has just arrived with a small piece of garlic infused mushroom and a slice of sausage. A meal is a slow and somewhat random affair.