It’s a Secret
The little Bat without sonar learnt a new trick “it’s a secret” he says as he flies into a stick

The little Bat without sonar learnt a new trick “it’s a secret” he says as he flies into a stick
Unseen, friends of the night an ultrasonic pitch stories tell of their bond with a certain kind of witch In truth they are marvels of nature mammals with flight who do their bit to stem an insect blight