Sunday, July 6th
Circa 11:00 a.m.
Northeastern Pennsylvania Forests
I didn't believe it when my daughter said, "there's a bat."
Practically in the midday sun?
Maybe it was a butterfly.
I turned the corner onto the heavily forested road and saw a bat flutter down and land on the ground. Right there in the grass. Damn. The kid wasn't lying.
"I just saw it land," I said. "That can't be good."
"Why?" my daughter said.
"Because bats are the most common carrier of rabies. And we haven't had our shots."
I had my camera. I debated going for a closer look.
"Go get a picture!" Aine said.
I straightened. Damn, she must really want to collect on that life insurance.
Of course, I went.
(Note, do not try this at home. I'm highly trained in foolishness. Like that time I tried to grab that unidentified, prehistoric fish in the river. But I digress....)
The moment I saw why it landed, the bat (hereinafter referred to as "mom") proceeded to kick into a blazing rendition of Kenny Loggins Danger Zone and pulled some sweet top gun moves on me. Having the presence of mind to get the camera into the fight (after nearly tripping backwards on my butt), I secured the following acrobatics.
Clearly outmatched, we yielded air superiority to our honorable foe. You see, she had good reason to get all Goose and Maverick on our asses:
This little tyke must have fallen from a nursery in a nearby snag. Mom was trying to calm him or feed him or something. I'm afraid the odds are against him, but we did place a piece of log over him. He's snug in there, and mom can easily crawl under. We'll see. Maybe mom can figure something out.
Peace, brother batbaby. Hope you make it!