The Bat

Over the summer thousands of bats fell out of the trees. I got used to the idea of them dying off in botanical gardens; I didn't expect to see one as I walked the baby to the park, its claws, in rigor, gripping two live wires. By yesterday evening someone had come and removed it, poor little bat, and ever since then I've been wondering what their job is like -- and their life.

(Update: orphaned bats nourished back to health, volunteers assemble 100kg worth of fruit skewers.)