The Bat

Saturday, June 22, 2013

11:14 PM

Early this morning my husband showed a tiny baby bat sleeping tight hanging on the roof of his  left  slipper. I was so amazed watching this little creature with its  hand holding the rubber tight while its shoulders cover its eyes too closely. It is sleeping so soundly, undisturbed by the sound of its surrounding. I can see a deep sense of calmness on this tiny mammal.
I understand that bats are nocturnal, so I kept inside our house in a corner undisturbed and free from the danger of predator.
I was so excited to see the dusk approaching until it is already dark. The baby is still un awake. Until I heard a sound of a flying creature which I thought at first as bird. Until I see it coming inside. It directly proceeded to the location of her pity little baby bat. Wow! I was surprised about her action. A mother love  so tender . She awaken the baby bat, embraced it tightly and fed it from her breast. I carefully watched the mother and child scene in deep wonders and admiration.
After some few minutes, the mother decided to leave carrying her young beneath her wings. It was so admirable. But fate was not so good for them this night. As the mother flew eastward in the direction of the window , she missed her only chance of escape. She was dropped on the wet chair and her baby on the floor while my pet Orange , the little cat who is always on guard for any prey immediately caught   the mammal, eagerly hold it between its claws and threw it consecutive bites which I was not able to do anything to save the pitiful Bat.
My tears seem falling as I look at the Mother Bat being gnawed by the Cat. I carefully search to look for the baby mammal when I found it on the floor two-feet away the cat. I hold the little mammal gently. As  I release it to the wild, I just whisper to it and say " I'm sorry, I was not able to save your mother. Hope you will survive."
With a small flashlight, I search the grasses. Until in the thick leaves, I found the remains of the mother bat. Lifeless and cold...her body is pale and hard. I can feel the pain that the baby suffers upon loosing his only hope-his mother. The one whom he depends on and rely for his survival in the world where only the strong ones can survive. How can a little bat like survive? If even to look his own food he does not know? This time...who will come to feed him? Whose wings will carry him for another time to fly? I just wish and hope he has a responsible father to come for his rescue because I myself has nothing can do to help him. I am not a bat...I am not keen to understand his cry...to attend to his needs. I have nothing can do...but to wish him well. But his mother will always be a heroine so good to remember.
We don't to be an animal to understand them... It only takes an open heart to love animals on their unique ways. They are simply God's miracle working wonders in every little creature.