Almost free

After the bats were processed, back they went into their bags and into my pockets, until we had the nets down. The only thing cooler than a bat in my pocket is six bats in my pocket! Once the nets were down, I took the bats out of their bags, one at a time, and let them sit on me until they were ready to fly away. If you look closely at this photo you can see the antenna hanging down from its radio transmitter. The last bat was so comfy and warm he tried to crawl back into my pocket. But alas, I had to release him back to the cold night. Eventually off he flew, to eat more bugs then probably to return to the love shack for some late night excitement. Photo by Bill Hepburn.