I was swarmed by mosquitoes last night while releasing a bunch of my longer-term bat rehabs.

All I could think as the batties lifted off of my hand and into the sky was… “yes YES… FLY my pretties!” and cackling internally.

Anyway, I’m:

—thrilled these batties are out in the world and flying the evening skies again.

—worried about them finding their way in the world.

—pleased to have the space again to take in more new cases.

—sad to not see some of their faces every day.

—comforted by the goofy little batties that are still in residence.

—trying to ignore the mosquito bite in the middle of my forehead.

Last night’s release count:
6 Mexican Free-tailed bats
(Tadarida brasiliensis)

2 Southeastern Myotis (Myotis austroriparius)

🖤🦇🖤
#BatsInMyBelfry #BatsInBlankets

@mycrowgirl Bats receive such dislike by humans when those little flying beings are on our side. They perform a thankless public service and entertain with their acrobatics. I've watched them under a dusk to dawn light on the family farm as a child. They are there for an instant then vanish. So magical.