Here is the microbat that caused all my angst and time-wasting yesterday. He’s no more than about 5cm long and has the cutest, grumpy old man, face. We didn’t dare touch him or keep him though.
He was too scared to move when we took him outside, so we put him in a box for a while to see what would happen. Sure enough, a few hours later he was scratching around, so we took him out again and off he flew.
Thanks to the simple line illustration on the Bat Care Brisbane site, I immediately knew what we were dealing with. (He was behind the cover of a frosted light and all we could see were four or five tiny dots where we assumed his claws were.)
A happy ending.