Last night she must have decided she had the perfect roost, but when the sun rose she discovered that the perfect roost was, in fact, the plate-glass window in front of The Daily Liberal. One of their reporters rang me and said he'd found a baby bat. It wasn't a baby, of course, it was fully grown.
All the handling and being-shoved-in-a-box had woken her, so by the time I arrived she was really active and excitable.
I felt under her armpits for nipple, but they're tiny so she doesn't have a pup stashed away. Anyway, there's nothing wrong with her so I'll try to feed her tonight and let her go at dusk. If there is a pup it'll be ok.
She is Bat F for this year but I don't have a name yet.