This poor little creature lived in my care for many months.
I went to visit some friends who were not fond of any animal in the house; and I knew that this dusky little creature would inspire disgust, if not terror, among some of the party. So, unwillingly, I left him at home.
But my sister being away too, the servant, perhaps gave him too much food, or he missed his exercise about the room. One morning he was found dead in his drawer.
I have no idea whether bats are long-lived animals; or whether they would, for any time, flourish in solitude. Had I kept the poor little doctor with me, I might have found out more about him.
THE CHOUGH.
I think I may here describe a bird, which, although he was not our property, was watched with much interest by us, and which we never met with but once.
It was a Chough.
It belonged to an officer who was living in the same barracks; and we first saw it perched on the window-sill of his kitchen.
"Is that a crow?" asked my sister, pointing to it, as we stopped to examine it.