Wild Wednesday: Batty McBatface

In a dark corner up in the loft, we spotted a dead bat lying on the floor. (We sometimes get a few strays coming in, probably down the chimneys.) I went to pick the poor wee thing up, and...he moved!

He was fine, just asleep, I think. He'd obviously, as you can see, been snuffling around in the dust, and I have to say I think he looked a bit indignant when I plonked him down on top of the wall to pose for photos. Then I took him down the garden, put him gently down a little off the beaten path, and with 10 seconds he'd flown off (back in the direction of the house, so we may not have seen the last of him).