One of the vets rang me at work to say they had a baby bat. What they had was a fully grown, and pissed off, little forest bat. He's a juvenile pup from last year, and is still on his provisional flyer's licence - one step up from L plates, but not much of a step. I don't know what's wrong with him. There is nothing physical that I can find, but something must be wrong; you don't find them on the ground for no reason. I was amused to see the Vet's nurse had filled out an animal report form listing me as the owner and the bat's name as "Freddy."
I picked up this season's first baby blue tongue. I let him go in my yard to wreak havoc on the molluscs.