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08/03/2005: "The Bats of the Humber River"

Last week on an epic walk from Dundas West Station, through the lovely Junction to Little Malta , up Jane through some terrible Walmart parking lot on St. Clair, through some treeless neighbourhood we've never heard of that let out on to Scarlett Road, and down into the Humber Valley, the 10 or so of us that were left from the initial 16 saw a glow in the darkness. I thought it was a glowstick, and wondered if terrible club kids were loose again with their sticks, but then as we got closer I thought it was a TV with two guys huddled around it.

It turns out these guys had set up 4 microphones on tripods and each was feeding data to their laptop. On the screen we could see the readout from each mic, and all the echo-location-sounds from the bats they were listening to, that we can't hear. There seemed to be a lot of bats around. I guess bats eat insects, and they are mammals too. Not all mammals are so personable like dogs or cats. The bats seem sort of aloof. The goths like them though.

It was nice science - then we moved to the Old Mill, got on the subway, and went to a bar.