To the Batport!
JD followed Wulf past the dog gate and immediately homed-in on the small, brown lump. Realizing it was a bat, Wulf shooed JD back to the yard, then rushed to fetch the cubs. It wasn't obvious at first that the pretty brown bat laying on the concrete of the carport was even alive, though soon some tell-tale twitches showed it had a spark of life.
A few pictures were taken, by which time the soft, chocolate fur of its body began to rise and fall rapidly as the creature started to breath again. Wulf had at first feared that our bat friend was sick or dying, yet suddenly it took flight.
Interestingly, it darted back towards the carport twice before flying off. This prompted Sunshine, our family naturalist, to glance up, spotting a second bat hanging in a niche of our carport. Since then, we have observed both bats sleeping there most days. Wulf concludes that far from being sick, our stricken bat was merely a bit of a klutz, having but fallen and knocked the wind from itself.
Wulf is most pleased to have bats in his carport. Just in time for Hallowe'en, too.
A few pictures were taken, by which time the soft, chocolate fur of its body began to rise and fall rapidly as the creature started to breath again. Wulf had at first feared that our bat friend was sick or dying, yet suddenly it took flight.
Interestingly, it darted back towards the carport twice before flying off. This prompted Sunshine, our family naturalist, to glance up, spotting a second bat hanging in a niche of our carport. Since then, we have observed both bats sleeping there most days. Wulf concludes that far from being sick, our stricken bat was merely a bit of a klutz, having but fallen and knocked the wind from itself.
Wulf is most pleased to have bats in his carport. Just in time for Hallowe'en, too.