It was broad daylight in the middle of winter, and bats flew out of the mine about one a minute. Some had fallen to the ground where they flailed around on the snow like tiny wind-broken umbrellas, using the thumbs at the top joint of their wings to gain their balance. All would be dead by nightfall.-- NYT report. Update 4 Nov: A fungus may be to blame
25 March 2008
'Bats Perish, and No One Knows Why'
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