This youngster was found on the ground in a busy area, not flying away when anyone came near. We asked a bat expert to have a look at him, who told us that because he is young, he was probably out practicing flying, and either crashed or got tired.
He is suffering from mites, but is otherwise quite healthy, so he is now in the care of Surrey Bat Rescue who will look after him until he’s ready to return home!
Found a tiny baby bat in the house (its 12am), when the doors were all closed. We don’t have any bat conservation organisations or animal rescue in my country/location, and Google results point us to that in cases of baby bats. What do I do? QAQ
Bats are not uncommon here at Wildlife Aid, but a baby bat is something of a rarity. This baby pipistrelle was found by a member of the public on the floor in their house. They were understandably confused as to exactly where the bat had come from - they didn’t even own a cat they could blame it on! We think the unlucky youngster may have fallen from a ‘maternity roost’ in their roof, but we’ll never know for sure. Luckily, it seemed to be uninjured, but was dehydrated and thin. After being given some rehydration solution, it was sent off with a specialist bat carer for dedicated treatment. We wish it well!
This is Ruby after her first feed ^_^
Baby bats put so much trust into their human carers, she took straight to a bottle and later went to sleep. She’s still a little unsure and will start crying out but I just let her know I’m there and put her dummy back in her mouth and she’ll calm down.
Title: The Idiot Bat And His Lady Rating: R Pairing: Terry/Abby
Summary: Terry McGinnis and Abigail Queen fall in love, fall to pieces, and put themselves back together.
Notes: This fic takes place in ash818‘s Legacy!verse, which you should ALL be reading. Seriously, run don’t walk. Also, I am going to hell for writing this, you’re all welcome.
In Abby’s mind there’s a clear point where it starts, and
that’s the night Terry rescues her from HIVE agents and she kisses him.
It’s mostly a spur of the moment, utter terror meets utter
relief, kind of a thing. Terry carries her half way up the outside of a
building, because that’s apparently what happens when you get rescued by the
Bat, and sets her down on a balcony and wraps her up in his cloak (again, something
that happens when you get rescued by the Bat) and they wait for reinforcements,
because he’s been shot.
Abby keeps her hands pressed to his wound, huddles at his
chest, and he holds onto her tight, sort of absently petting her hair.
“S’gonna be okay,” he tells her, thickly, and Abby is so, so
scared that he’ll die and is in floods of grateful, frightened, exhausted
tears, so she has to kiss him. She has to.
She kisses all over his bruised, bloody face and then his
mouth – just a little, just a couple of times – and then it sort of… lingers,
longer than it should. If Terry had been less woozy from effort and blood loss
he’d have stopped it quicker; if Abby had been less frightened for him, less
hopped up on adrenalin from her escape, she’d never have done it to begin with.
She’s twenty five, for god’s sake – not that doe-eyed twelve year old with the
dorky crush on her brother’s deeply-age-inappropriate best friend.
But just for a second there’s a little teetering over a very
particular line between them, and in that second the line goes blurry and by
the time they stop it’s… a little more sideways than it was before.