I sat at a table doing the rotas while Sue, Louise, Lauren and Charlotte tidied, cleaned, wiped, cleared, threw away and generally made everything better.
We had a few wet people in for coffee and even fewer for lunch.
Then a man, later discovered to be Paul, came in to say his friend, later named as Laura, had found a sick bat in the Court and could we help?
Erm.
Having spoken to Anne at the Court who gave us advice (scrunch up paper, put bat in a box with scrunched up paper, give it a jar lid of water) I rang the Bat Conservation Trust. They asked LOTS of questions and then gave me telephone numbers of two local volunteers who would come and help IF available.
And if they weren’t available?
They suggested the bat was taken to a vet.
I rang the first number with my fingers firmly crossed.
My luck was IN.
Simon answered and said they were almost passing our door and would drop in within 20 minutes.
He examined the bat, announced that it was a Daubenton’s juvenile who hadn’t yet opened his eyes. He would need milk (formula or goat’s - who knew?) and would need to be returned close to where he was found so that he could call to his mum.
They took him away. Simon had him in his closed hand to give him warmth.
They rang the Court with an update late afternoon. They had driven Belfry (Paul and Laura had named him) to Much Wenlock, thirty miles away, where he’ll be looked after until strong enough to come home.
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