Several years ago we had a little brown bat who set up residence inside our patio umbrella. Our old cat, the ferocious Sputnik, used to sit on the patio table staring up inside the folded up umbrella for hours at a time. Evidently though, our little umbrella dweller wasn't too bothered by that, as he returned again the next summer. We named him Dewey.
Tonight, on the most miserable night of the year, which has already seen 60 mm of cold driving rain, and with the wind picking up and the temperature dropping, I am headed to an island in the middle of the Bow River to count bat species.
If Dewey is among them, I am appealing to him now, as his former landlord (who never once mentioned rent, I might add) to round up all his fellow bats to be counted in very quick procession. I would really really appreciate keeping this event on the short side.