On a Winter's Walk
This afternoon, while returning from my regular walk, I came a upon a fairly good sized brown and tan bat lying on the sidewalk in front of the house diagonally across the street from our house. As a let out a groan of surprise, the bat twitched and attempted to move. I was sure that he/she was dead, but was somewhat relieved to learn that it was still alive. As a checked the surrounding area, it seemed most likely that he had fallen from his perch in the palm tree directly overhead. I figured he/she would be safe for a couple more minutes until I got home and alerted Jim (Dr. Doolittle) to the little bat's plight. (See earlier blogs regarding summertime visiting bats.) When I got home and announced my discovery to Jim, he immediately went into action. He grabbed an empty box from one of our storage cabinets, hurried out and across the street to try to capture the bat and get him to safety. I followed Jim back to the spot where I found our little bat friend. Jim patient