Magazine August 12, 2019, Issue

Return of the Bats

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There was a cave across the river from the town my father grew up in, its entrance in an ordinary field. He went down into it once. As he descended, he could hear the muffled sound of the river rushing. In the damp and the dark, he leaned his back against a wall. It was furry — with bats. The bats were no doubt as upset by the encounter as my father, since he was several hundred times larger than any of them. Lacking wings, he could not leave as swiftly as they did, but he assured me he was

This article appears as “A Local Extinction Reversed” in the August 12, 2019, print edition of National Review.

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