I would say that there is something wrong with the bat if it is right outside like that. Be careful!... Jean
When I got home from work today, the poor little bat lay dead on the concrete sidewalk. My husband got home before I did and he had already buried the bat. I made a little cross and sacrificed a blooming tulip for the grave.
DH buried it right in my flower garden next to the sidewalk (4 inches from where it succumbed to whatever disease it had). Personally, I would have have given it a ride on the end of the shovel and threw it over the rockwall so I didn't have to worry about digging up the carcass when I plant flowers. But since it was already there, I made a little cross (now I will remember where it is). I can assure you that I do not want to be digging up bat bones when I decide to plant in this area!
So here's a toast to the life of the bat:
Your life was swift,
That's no doubt,
I'm sorry you died
Before the mosquitoes