Bat Rescue
Odorous Wood Thu July 29th I've remarked in the past about how clean the Coast's beaches are, though this morning Jack sniffed out some unusual flotsam. He has taken to chewing on mussel and other shells on the seashore, though this morning his attention was taken by something flapping around on the shore. A crab, I thought. A bat it turned out. Rather bedraggled, probably as a result of an accidental water landing. I started to gather it up when it showed its teeth, spread its wings, and flapped about a bit. Mindful a bat bite may not be good for your health, I searched around for something to gather it up. Fellow Brit Alan, who has an extremely large but very gentle Rhodesian Ridgeback, ambled over. I hauled the dog back, Jack already having lost interest and Alan was as surprised as I had been to see our beach-bat. Coaxed onto the side of Jack's retractable lead case the bat was gentle lowered into some secluded and shaded beach-side vegetatio...