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With Doug Collicutt
As seen in the Winnipeg Free Press, Sunday
Magazine, July 29, 2001.
Bat flying in cabin was opportunity for friendly encounter.
I felt a foot in my back, then heard the rhetorical,
"Are you awake?"
"MmMmMm?", was my response; that's my usual reply
when awoken from sleep in the wee hours, especially at the cottage where
I sleep soundly and deeply.
"There's some big moth flying around in here.
A great big thing, whippin' around in a circle. I think it landed on me
once", said my wife in the tone I recognized to mean, "Get up and do something
about it".
I turned and lay on my back. The night light in
the living room, still a necessity with young kids around, cast some light
into our bedroom. Ah yes . . . now my eyes were focussing and, sure enough,
there was something circling over us. It took me about a second to realize
what it was. "Hmmm", was my initial reply. I needed a couple more seconds
to decide if I should tell her what it was. She's pretty good about these
sort of things now, being married to a biologist, but you never can tell
how someone's going to react in a novel situation. Then, almost gleefully,
I whispered, "It's not a moth".
"Then what is . . . Oh!, . . . Ick!", and with
that she was gone, under the blankets.
"Yes", I said, thinking she had done well to have
made the appropriate assumption, "it's a bat."
"Oh, no!", followed by muffled, nervous laughter
came from beneath the covers, "What are you going to do?"
What was I going to do? Why, what I always do
in situations like this: catch the critter, show it off to the kids, then
let it go. A quick slink to the porch to get my butterfly net, a view
missed swipes, then "swoop", I had him, and into an empty aquarium he
went for the rest of the night.
The little fellow, at least I think it was a male,
was a "little brown bat" (Myotis lucifugus), one of 6 kinds of bats that
live in Manitoba. I knew we had some little brown's living under the eaves
of our cottage, though how one had gotten inside remains a mystery. Like
mice, which they are not even closely related to, bats can squeeze through
very tiny openings.
Of our 6 kinds of bats, 3, including the little
brown, could best be described as just that, "little brown bats". The
other brown bats are the big brown bat (Eptesicus fuscus) and the Keen's
bat (Myotis keenii). These 3 are rather hard to tell apart, for a "non-bat
expert". They range in wing span from about 20 cm to 33 cm. Even the big
brown bat, the largest of the 3, is pretty small, weighing less than 20
gm. These 3 bats stay here year-round, spending winters in caves below
the frost line.
Our other 3 bats are easy to identify, if you
have one in hand. The silver-haired bat (Lasionycteris noctivigans) has
long silvery tips to its fur that stick out from a mostly black background
colour. It's about the size of a big brown bat. Hoary bats (Lasiurus cinereus)
are grey-brown with longer, white-tipped hairs that give them a grizzled,
"hoary" appearance. They're the giant of the group with a wingspan of
up to 43 cm. And finally, there's the red bat (Lasiurus borealis) which
is smaller than the hoary, but has red-tipped hairs instead of white,
so it has a rusty red caste to it. These 3 species migrate to warmer climes
for the winter, just like most of our birds.
In the morning after the nocturnal netting, when
my kids were up, and all the neighbours' kids had been rounded up, plus
a few of the less squeamish adults, we had an impromptu interpretive talk
and bat-release. Getting people to care about bats isn't that hard, once
they've seen one up close. These tiny creatures loose a lot of their horror
film image when they're curled up in the palm of someone's hand. When
released the little fellow took off, well, like a bat out of you-know-where
and disappeared into the forest, but I'm sure the memory of seeing and
touching that little animal will last for those of us fortunate enough
to have had a bat in hand. |

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