My friend lives on a property that backs onto a national park. One day after a rarther windy night, we find a baby bat in her backyard on the ground, practically dead.
We took the bat inside and placed him in a shoebox with a stick lying across the top, to encourage him/her to hang upsidown, although at this stage he/she didnt because he too weak.
So we took it in turns to keep a very close eye on this bat, whilst the other rings frantically every number known to find out who can take him in. The ranger finally answers and explains that yes, there was a large clan of bats that flew over the area during the wind the night before, and that he would collect the bat and transport him to a wildlife rehabilitation centre nearby.
By now it had been nearly 3 hrs since we first found him and approximately 30 hours since the bat clan had gone and he was beginning to hang upsidown on the stick. I do hope that the ranger kept his promise