As I leaned over the bridge parapet, my bat detectors burst into frenzied life. Impossible to count, a positive swarm of pipistrelle bats were swooping backwards and forwards, foraging for tiny insects. True to form, the majority of the bats were Soprano Pipistrelles, which usually feed in wetland habitats. I'm sure that if I'd waited a little longer, the pips would have been joined by that real water specialist, the Daubenton's Bat, but I'll leave that to another night.
If you live near a river, canal or large pond, do get out and enjoy the experience of these superb masters of the night air. Don't forget to send me your records!
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