Bats in Trouble
By John Pollpeter We saw our first one in the bobcat pen. It was flying around, a very tempting target for the cat. WHACK! Within a second, the bobcat had removed it from the air and was holding its little, fuzzy prisoner. The Little brown bat struggled for a bit, and then passed on. How strange for that type of bat to be out in January. The next day…two more. The following day…two more. One lay upon the snow shivering. There was nothing we could do, so we set it by a tree, hoping it could climb and fly off…
