It is the evening, and I have a basketful of …. all ready for flight practice.
21.40 p.m – all is going well and the phone rings. Bat with an injured wing was found bleeding, sat low on a wall this morning. The Finder put the bat in a box and then went out for the afternoon. He then rings me at this late hour to ask if I can help… and he lives 44 miles away. I really have to bite my tongue as I don’t want to jeopordise the well-being of the bat, but some folk just beggar belief.