Showing posts with label David Chapman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label David Chapman. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 7, 2023

"My Husband Drives Me Batty"

 

David with Pipistrel-Meghan
            Often, women claim that their husbands drive them batty, but in my case, the phrase takes on a new meaning. Little David loved bats from an early age. He took felt and fabric to construct his own “Teddy Bat”. He searched the school libraries for any books on bats, checking them out over and over again.
            By the time I met David, his passion for Chiroptera meant our “dates” often consisted of sitting by a field off Bat Cave Road to watch the lively flutter of bats as they left Bracken Cave. Not long after we married, David joined Bat Conservation International, Inc. (http://www.batcon.org/) and pulled me into the world of bats with him.



Western Bats Poster
 by David Chapman
            As an artist, David designed several posters for BCI and the National Parks service on bats in different regions of the United States. He used his skills for a BCI Christmas card, some stickers, and the Discover Bats educational package. He illustrated books on how to care for and rehabilitate captive bats, too.

Townsen's Long-eared Bat
by David Chapman

        Eventually, David registered his name on a list to aid injured bats. It surprised no one when he ended up keeping two pipistrels that couldn’t be released. These two bats visited local schools for years as David conducted his personalized “bat talks” for the children. Caring for bats isn’t easy. The two we had needed to be hand fed. That meant we couldn’t leave town unless we could take them with us, or arranged to train another person to feed them. David taught my father how to feed and care for out bats as our back-up system. My parents would come up to San Antonio, feed bats, cats, and dogs when we left town for more than a day.

Visiting Evening Bat!
            David’s zeal for bats introduced us to wonderfully dedicated scientists and volunteers. We met Merlin Tuttle, Amanda Lollar, and Barbara French. We volunteered long hours at Bracken Cave, cutting back weeds, laying trails, and doing grunt work. David Bamberger invited us along with other volunteers to Selah, Bamberger Ranch Preserve to witness the construction of The Chiroptorium (http://www.bambergerranch.org/).

Red Bat
by David Chapman

            Over the years, I couldn’t help but absorb some of David’s bat knowledge and bat enthusiasm. Many times we’ve hopped into our car (Paul, too) to run a rescue on a downed or injured bat. Since I’ve retired, I’ve fielded many phone calls from panicked homeowners about a bat on their porch or under a ledge. When we go to the cabin, the bat houses are checked for inhabitants, and I’ve gotten quite good at snapping pictures of a flight at dusk. Our home, too, has more than just David’s bat art on the walls. We never visit a shop without our eyes searching for a little bat to add to David’s collection. Even friends and family members purchase unusual sculptures or carvings and send them to us.
            My fondest memory, though, centers on the very first bat flight I witnessed at Bracken Cave, but I’ll save that story for another day!


Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

Monday, June 9, 2014

"The Corner of My Eye"


Out of the corner of my eye, I glimpse a laughing ghost    
she morphs into my fancies      
as she alters my reality    
I sigh her name and capture her hand—   
but she vanishes into the mist of who I was     
so I release her when she smiles        
recognizing myself reflected in her twinkling eyes 
 
"Dragon" by David Chapman

Out of the corner of my eye, I glimpse a noble dragon    
she sparkles with childhood jewels    
as she flies into view     
I reach out to touch her, to skip my  fingers across her scales     
but she slips out of reach      
as she beckons me to follow her flight  
back to simple pleasures
  
"Climbing Fae" by David Chapman
 
Out of the corner of my eye, I glimpse  a dancing fairy      
she glimmers with tomorrow's blessings     
as she throws a kiss my way         
I long to turn my head and follow her as I boogie along        
but she’ll vanish from sight        
so I let her tease me and entrance me all day         
listening for her breath and the whisper of her wings      

Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

Monday, July 15, 2013

"Broken"


Her faith folds within itself
foiling logic and reason
forcing her piety into an angry righteousness
that denies mercy

She  subjugates choice
without question
believing in  ritual and prayer—
the indoctrination of her birthright

She kneels with head bowed
invoking wrath against diversity
and shielding her world view
from contradiction

Her devotion condemns
self-determination
as she binds free will
with intolerance

She rejects all
except The One True Path
and distorts deviation into despair
and damnation


Minoan Priestess by David Chapman

 

Copyright 2013 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

“Don’t Tickle the Dragon”



The Dragon Slayer by David Chapman

She soars above river and ravine in magnificence
while despair and fear play hide-n-seek with her smoky shadow.
With penetrating eyes, she seeks and destroys all defiance.
She melts lives with fiery breath and renders fair fields fallow.
Her arbitrary death paralyzes her innocent prey
by syphoning hope from their simple souls one-drop-at-a-time.
Her teeth and claws razor flesh leaving misery and dismay
As she devours their life-blood—without reason, without rhyme.
On bended knee, mankind prays to the ancient gods for relief
And many brave souls with sword and shield challenge her to the death.
Enflamed by anger, she slays them all—fueled on by pagan belief.
All hope becomes lost to young and old—all fear her scorching breath.
Offerings of their children temporarily satiate her greed,
‘til the young princess stands by lakeside awaiting destiny.
A Christian knight from lands unknown approaches on steady steed.
He vows to slay the beast if all pledge to Christianity.
His lance pierces the dragon’s thick hide with a near fatal blow;
with the princess’s girdle, he leads the creature from the lake.
With Ascalon, he impales the dragon—watches her blood flow.
The people cheer, the king sings praise, and an alter he does make.
From the alter spouts water pure, curing all ailments that grow.
The villagers gather ‘round each eve to dance and sing again
of lessons learned from valley to peak that all children should know—
“Don’t play with fire. Don’t pee in the wind. Don’t tickle the dragon!”



Copyright 2013 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

“Some Days”


            Some days, I long to write. My mind yearns to sit with pen clenched in fingers as I translate all the visions in my head into images spilling across the page. Or I spend endless hours with my laptop, creating new worlds peopled by my limitless imagination. I focus on a single meaning and play with a multitude of words until I find just the right combination of syllable. I fill page after page with my heart and soul, and still find more to say. I feel free. I feel young. I feel weightless. I am possibilities.
            Some days, I long to sing. I throw back my head and belt out a song with rapturous abandon. I scale through octaves like a diva. My voice becomes a mockingbird that imitates any singer my spirit desires. I croon lullabies and wail the blues. I feel powerful. I feel bold. I feel ecstasy. I am possibilities.


Belly Dancer by David Chapman
            Some days, I long to dance. I pirouette across the kitchen as I head out the door. I step-shuffle-step-step to the car. I shimmy as I drive to the store. In the parking lot, I perform perfect fan kicks over the grocery cart before I belly dance down the aisles. I feel daring. I feel vivacious. I feel sexy. I am possibilities!



Copyright 2013 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman