Bats in the Belfry or Saving Bats One at a Time

Hello everyone! It’s been a dry summer for those of us in New England. I’ve been hanging out in the shade while James strategically places the sprinkler in sections of his flower garden. I do my best not to trample on the flowers, but a chipmunk or squirrel will release my inner animal, and, well, I have no choice but to run after them into the garden.

What does this have to do with bats in the belfry? Well, the other night, James told me that the expression meant someone was nuts, things chipmunks and squirrels eat and store for the winter. (Oh, James says it has another meaning.) Truth be told, that same night James was running from room to room hollering while flinging a towel around. To my way of thinking, he had gone batty. What he told me he had gone was fishing to catch a bat without hooking or harming it.

Yes, we had a bat in our house. It wasn’t the first one, either. The first one was alone in the house while I was in the kennel and James was in New York. The security company called to let him know there had been a “disturbance” in our house. James was worried that we had been robbed. He was thankful I wasn’t here alone. He’s such a good man. (Score – a treat for me!)

Well, James arrived home the next day and found this first bat sitting on top of the plant on the back of the toilet. When he saw this bat, well, I won’t say what he was doing or what he had in his hand, but he has given me permission to let you know that he yelled and ran out of the bathroom leaving a liquid trail behind him. (Oops! He didn’t want me to say anything about the liquid – my bad – treat forfeited.)

James figured he couldn’t simply leave the bat in the bathroom, so he stealthily entered to see if it was alive. It appeared to be sleeping. James removed the screen after opening the window, and he then got a t-shirt out of the dirty clothes hamper and put it over the bat. He reached to pick the bat up, and he screamed. This time because he felt a sharp needle pierce his finger. At this point the bat was on the floor, somehow attached to the t-shirt. James reached down to pick up the t-shirt from the furthest point away from the bat and flung the t-shirt and bat, hoopla, out the window, closing it quickly.

After looking at his finger and not seeing any teeth marks, James squeezed and, voila, a pinprick of blood appeared. Going to his computer, James asked Google what happens when bitten by a bat. The answer is – drum roll please: You die a slow and painful death. That is if the bat has rabies.

Now James has this thing for bats. Not a sexual thing, but a respect thing. He appreciates what they do – eat all types of insects including mosquitoes that carry multiple viruses like Zika. As such, James would never purposefully take the life of a bat. Besides, the white-nose syndrome has devastated the bat population in New England. He had checked before tossing the bat out the window that it didn’t have that disease, so he wanted to make sure it lived. However, he didn’t know that it would mean he had to have multiple rabies shots over the next several weeks.

James told me that he would still have gone through with having the shots in order to save the bat. He’s such a super guy! (Yes! Another treat for me.)

Which brings me back to the bat he was chasing the other night. James was hoping that the bat might get a claw stuck to the towel identical to the one that was stuck to the t-shirt. In that manner he could take the bat outside since he had also opened every door in the house, hoping that another bat, or bear, wouldn’t decide to take advantage of the opportunity and enter. Well, I must say that this behavior on James’ part was a little scary. Of course, I had no idea at the time that he was chasing a flying bat inside the house. Had I known, I would have been barking and jumping and running to try and catch the bat. (Good thing I didn’t know because I’m not sure what I would have done. You know, vampires are bats. Just sayin’.)

Without any success, James at least knew the bat wasn’t in our bedroom, so he closed the door, and we fell into a deep sleep. The following morning what should James find? The bat was sleeping within the folds of a curtain around the sliding glass doors out to the terrace. The only problem was that the bat was almost at the end of the curtains on the part of the window that doesn’t open. Also, the curtain was fixed to that end and only opened from the opposite end. If James could open the sliding glass door and unfix the curtain in order to slide it and the bat to the opening, the bat could be released, so to speak, back into nature and out of our house.

James was aware, and it’s a good thing too, after his first experience with a bat that when they are sleeping they are in what is known as a state of torpor or semi-hibernation. They are expending less energy that way, which is a good thing since this poor bat had been in our house for at least two nights and was most likely starving and weak. Secure with that knowledge, James opened the sliding-glass door, released the hook that held the curtain in place, and, using the same towel he’d been acting as if he had bats in the belfry, he gently wrapped the towel around the area where the bat was hanging, upside down.

Carefully moving the curtain towards the open door, James suddenly stopped. There was a ring that wouldn’t allow the curtain to move past a certain point. With his hands full, what was he going to do? He didn’t want to release the bat. Looking down at me with the most pitiful expression on his face – one of concern and confusion mixed with fear – he asked me if I could help him. I cocked my head to the side as if I didn’t understand and moved to leave the room. By this time I knew we were dealing with a bat similar to the one that had bit James. No way was I going to be bit.

I didn’t see what happened next, but when I heard the curtain moving again, I peeked around the corner and saw that James had gotten the curtain unhooked from the ring and was moving it, and the bat, towards the opening. With as tender a shove as he could, James pushed out on the curtain. Well, the bat was still clinging to the curtain’s fold. James knew he was going to have to push harder yet lightly enough so that the bat wouldn’t be harmed when it fell onto the stone terrace. Which is where it landed.

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Note: No white-nose syndrome

The poor thing simply lay there, but at least it was breathing. James quickly shut the sliding-glass doors and prayed that the bat wasn’t harmed. It would now need to find a safe place to sleep for the rest of the day and feast tonight.

I was so proud of James (Where’s my treat?) for not harming the little brown bat. After James fixed a cut of tea with me following him, we both tiptoed back to check on the little guy. He was gone. I smiled up at James and noticed he was also smiling. He cares about the wildlife here in Vermont. I’m honored to be his best friend. (Finally another treat – thank you.)

Later that evening while lying out on the terrace (James was in one of the chairs) we watched the full moon rise as the birds made their final calls. A hoot owl was heard calling a mate, and, yes, a mate replied. Then there came a quick succession of wosh, wosh, wosh, over our heads. It was the bat James had saved. It made a second pass and was off into the night to devour flying insects. Such is the way of nature.

Let us know if you’ve ever had a similar experience. Maybe a bat – perhaps a vampire bat – has bitten you. I’d certainly like to know if that’s the case.

I always enjoy hearing from you, so please feel free to leave a comment on this blog post about this or anything at all.

Until next time,
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Sir Oliver of Skygate Farm (you can call me Ollie)

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All photos © James Stack 2016 unless otherwise indicated

 

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2 thoughts on “Bats in the Belfry or Saving Bats One at a Time

  1. What a fun story, Ollie! I can relate (except for the getting bit like James did), as my husband woke me in the middle of the night when a bat came up out of the basement. Next few days he called my his hero because he’s very afraid of bats.

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