Wednesday, September 11, 2013
We were visited by two small, furry bats the other night. They flew around the home room a few times, then one managed to find her way out. The other seemed confused, hung over Badeaux's bed for a while then circled and circled. I opened the south door and turned the lights outside on and the inside lights off (not that bats would even notice, would they?) and tucked the plastic away from the doorways and it seemed to finally find its way out. The high ceilings, random openings into the hall and plastic curtains over doorways must make the space confusing. A couple of days later C. found Earl with the dead little thing. I think it's a Townsend's big-eared bat, a nearly endangered species. I wish I'd paid better attention and helped it out.