Paging the Queen of Air and Darkness

[rolanni]

Majesty, if you must send your minions, the brown bats, to wander the halls of history in your name, please remind them to be gone before daylight finds them out.  It really isn’t safe for even a very small and discreet brown bat to nap in the corner of the ceiling over the seminar room.  People do look up, and not everyone is as fond of bats as you — or I.

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“By the starry garters of the night. . .Riva.” Silain looked into the depths of her mug, like the tea was a window and beyond it she watched the story unfold.

Originally published at Sharon Lee, Writer. You can comment here or there.

Comments

[rolanni.livejournal.com]

I was thinking it was a belfry bat that had gotten downstairs in error. (Day-job office two floors below a clocktower/belfry situation.) I do worry what the PPD guy who netted him *did* with him.

[jhetley.livejournal.com]

According to the Professional Naturalist, the bat was already dead. It just may not have known it yet. She doesn't know of any bat-rehab specialists in Maine.

[rolanni.livejournal.com]

the bat was already dead

Because...he was awake and flying around in dead of winter? Or at least, had been awake and had flown. When I saw him, he was asleep.

[(Anonymous)]

White Nose disease. If you have a good rehab nearby, any given bat can often be hand-nursed past (this winter's) crisis. Otherwise... no go.

megd

[jhetley.livejournal.com]

As 6_penny said, "whitenose disease" is a serious possibility. But even without disease, a bat awake around here in January is a starving bat. If you got it to a qualified rehab specialist right away, and that specialist had a supply of mealworms ready off-season, the critter might have a chance.