Apparently this little feller was zipping along night before last and hung his coattail on a barb and wrapped himself up all nice and pretty. While I was picking blackberries behind the house my husband was bush-hogging the fence row and yelled for me to come and look. On the fence, hiding his tiny face from the sunlight was Rocket, the little brown bat.
After determining that he had himself all wrapped up and wasn't just taking a nap, I ran to the house for my thick hunting gloves and proceeded to play hero (or heroine in this case). He wasn't happy with me and I am sure I broke a thousand bat laws and restrictions by touching, holding and saving this little guy but I wasn't going to leave him there to die! He was just too darn
Look at those little fangs. He continuously stuck them into my glove. I'm glad I grabbed the thick ones. He had the tiniest little feet.
I see these little guy out zooming around each night catching bugs but this is the first time I have seen one up close.
We checked him over for injuries. He had one tiny little tear in the cape-like skin that stretches between his back legs where the barb went in but other than that he seemed fine. He was more than ready to fly away when I opened my hand.
The boys thought he was wonderful and told everyone at church this morning how they had saved a bat. He was a pretty cool little guy and I'm glad we found him in time to save him. We have decided to put up a bat house now!