Mexico. A wild land.
The animals that live here do so in greater numbers
and variety than almost anywhere else on Earth.
With so much at stake,
one man has fought tirelessly to protect the wildlife of Mexico,
but there's a particular creature he's devoted his life to saving.
Rodrigo Medellin is the champion
of one of the world's most hated animals - bats.
There's little bats,
there's big bats, there's short-snouted, long-snouted,
big eyes, little eyes, long ears, short ears - every type of bat.
He is embarking on the culmination of his life's work -
a mission to save both his favourite bat
and the legendary drink of Mexico - tequila.
In Mexico and in other places because of what I do,
they call me the bat man.
All I want is that people get the right information about bats
and about how important they are for us
and if that entails them calling me the bat man, so be it.
I AM the bat man.
Rodrigo Medellin was not like other children.
While his friends kept gerbils and hamsters,
Rodrigo's pets were vampire bats.
I remember when I was a kid,
I would keep vampire bats in the bathroom of my home,
feeding them blood from cows - or from me, sometimes -
keeping blood in the fridge so that I could feed the bats every night.
That was not easy to withstand, and still my parents let me do that.
It was fascinating to me to see these bats feeding and interacting
with each other, and they'd take care of each other so well.
It was a lot of fun.
It was the beginning of a lifetime's obsession.
But Rodrigo grew up in a world that loathes bats.
In the 19th century, there was this author who wrote a book
entitled Dracula, that really touched the imagination of people
around the world
and that has turned bats into monsters, unfortunately.
Bats were so hated in Mexico
because of their association with evil
that people would hunt them down and kill them,
burning them in their caves.
Their populations crashed.
To this day, people are afraid,
saying that they're filthy,
and that they are everything bad in the world.
That is really not the case at all.
A kilometre into a mountain south of Mexico City,
Rodrigo is searching for a bat so persecuted
that it was nearly lost for ever.
It's called the lesser long-nosed bat, or tequila bat.
This is one of his favourite childhood haunts.
For most people, caves would sound like a terrifying place,
like a place where they don't belong.
But caves are my perfect place.
Caves are an incredibly peaceful place.
Rodrigo has spent much of the last 20 years underground,
working to save the tequila bat.
Bat guano all over.
Under that layer of bat faeces
is a whole layer of living insects.
Beetles, beetle larvae, fly larvae,
moth larvae, that are just moving everything, everything, everything.
You look and everything is moving.
Because bats move from cave to cave, he never knows what he'll find.
As he approaches the roost, he must leave his lantern outside.
Our cameras can see what he cannot.
No-one has seen this before.
Look at this. There are so many bats around us.
In this beautiful space.
There are thousands of bats here, of many different species -
perhaps even the ones he's after.
But Rodrigo can't see them.
If I close my eyes now,
it's exactly the same as if I have them open, I see absolutely nothing.
In terms of my ears,
I am hearing a stream of bats coming from that direction around me
and passing through, and then a bunch of bats squealing back there.
I can picture a map of the cave in my head.
The bats also navigate using their ears,
but they have evolved the ability to see with sound.
They make high-pitched sounds beyond our hearing
and listen for their echoes off objects.
This how they can fly in the dark.
This is what is called the hall of hell -
temperatures well above our comfort zone, close to 38-40 degrees Celsius,
very high relative humidity - all of my clothes are completely wet.
People associate this heat with hell.
But I feel perfectly at home here.
Rodrigo pushes into the deepest chamber
to find out if his precious tequila bats are here.
He may not be able to see the bats, but the guano beneath his feet
is a vivid history of what's lived in this cave.
And Rodrigo knows his guano.
Oh, yes - this is a lump of lesser long-nosed bat poop.
This tells me that this is indeed a lesser long-nosed bat colony.
They're here, and thanks to Rodrigo's work, they're safe.
Today, gates and guardians protect this cave.
Now Rodrigo must catch one to see if they're healthy.
To do this without harming them,
he uses mist nets, too fine for the bats' echolocation to detect.
My first lesser long-nosed bat came into my hands
when I was, like, 15. We knew nothing about it.
Then we found out that they were really endangered.
We were looking at roosts that were known to have
many thousands of lesser long-nosed bats
and when we visited them, they only had a few hundreds or none.
That immediately told us that they were in trouble.
So this is one of my best friends.
This is the lesser-long nosed bat. This is an amazing animal
that migrates for thousands of kilometres.
It's a small, but powerful flier. Look at this amazing wing.
This is what made bats so successful in the night skies.
Long-fingered hand here and a very long arm here.
You can see both vein down here
and a series of muscles stretches here.
It's very much alive,
so that they can control making it broader or narrower.
That makes them masters of the air.
It's getting ready to start a really exciting time,
a really demanding time,
a really dangerous time too, which is migration.
The migration of this tiny endangered bat
is one of the greatest in the animal world.
This epic journey happens at night,
so it's taken Rodrigo 20 years to work out their route.
Over his life, he has discovered many of the roosts they use
on their 2,000-kilometre journey and protected them, one by one.
The entire migration is powered by nectar.
I'm going to give it a bit of sugar water here.
This incredible tongue that they have
is the perfect instrument for them
to reach into deep flowers like agave flowers.
It's incredible that an animal this big can do what these guys do.
I love them because of that.
Rodrigo is about to immerse himself in the bats' world.
By tracking their entire migration,
he wants to see if he's achieved what many thought impossible -
saving the tequila bats from extinction.
The stakes are high - their fate is tied to Mexico's most famous export.
As a Mexican, I am proud of my country
and part of the Mexican spirit is a beverage
that is called tequila.
These spiky plants are the source of tequila.
Tequila is a very important part of the Mexican economy
and it is owed to bats.
Bats provide pollination for the tequila plant, the agave plant.
Mexico relies on tequila.
Over a quarter of a billion litres were exported last year.
Every plant is harvested by hand by men called jimadores...
..in a trade passed down from father to son.
The agaves are planted where they've always grown -
in the flight path of the bats.
What agaves do is, they grow and grow and grow
and then when the time comes, they send this amazing shoot,
huge flowering stalk, up into the sky.
They invest all of their energy that they have accumulated over 15 years
into one single reproductive event
that basically costs them their lives.
The link that they formed has been here for millions of years.
Agaves rely on the bats to move their pollen.
Bats rely on agaves so that they can survive.
We could not have this amazing product
if it wasn't for the bats, and I can't help but think of the bats
and thank the bats for the incredible service they give us.
Without the bats, there would be no tequila.
Bats are so vital in spreading pollen and seeds
that they're known as the farmers of the tropics.
Without them, our crops and forests would collapse,
with terrible consequences for us all.
The tequila bats' journey takes them west...
..and they sweep through the valleys and plains of Central Mexico.
The land beneath them changes constantly.
And always, they pass over us.
Until 500km west of where they started,
they hit the Pacific Ocean, and the uninhabited islands of Chamela.
Rodrigo has heard reports that the bats have been gathering here.
He's never been to this cave before.
To his horror, it's full of cockroaches - he hates cockroaches.
So many cockroaches, and I almost fell on them!
But he's astonished by what he finds.
This is incredible.
So many lesser-long nosed bats, all around me.
It's so good to see that their numbers are stable and big.
The tequila bats have come together from all across Mexico
with one thing on their minds.
They're mating here right now,
and this is a very well protected cave.
The ocean takes care of that.
While Lucas, the boatman, tucks into some oysters,
Rodrigo pushes deeper into the cave,
and the source of the bats' aphrodisiac.
Oh, yes!
A big male, which is what we expected in this cave.
It's full of males getting ready to reproduce.
Such well-tempered bat, with big testicles ready for action,
loaded with sperm and ready for the females that are gathering
here in this cave, and this should have a patch on its back.
Oh, yeah - the patch is there, very oily.
I can feel it with my finger here.
That patch is put there by the males.
They put faeces and urine and saliva there,
and that is very attractive to the females.
The females are going to come and take a whiff of that
and just fall in love with this guy.
This boy is ready to mate
and it's time to let him go so that he can do his deed.
There you go, my friend.
On the roof of this cave,
an extraordinary mass seduction is taking place.
Once the females find a male whose sex potion entrances them,
they'll choose him as their mate.
And in three months, 1,500 kilometres away,
a single baby bat will be born.
It may be alluring for the females,
but for Rodrigo, the smell is overpowering.
This is a really stinky cave,
and there's lots and lots of bats here.
Lots of them everywhere.
And this is...oh!
And this is certainly a challenging cave to be in, to be sure.
Eventually, the smell and cockroaches are too much,
even for the bat man.
The bats will stay on this island for weeks,
mating and building their strength
before they continue on the next stage in their migration.
It will be perhaps 30 sunsets until then.
And each evening is a changing of the guard.
As the birds of Mexico head home to roost...
..all across this enormous country, bats are about to reclaim the night.
Nowhere is this more spectacular than the bat volcano of Calakmul.
Predators are gathering.
It's called the bat volcano, because every night, it erupts.
This is one of the greatest bat colonies on Earth.
Perhaps as many as three million bats live here.
To avoid being eaten, they form a living tornado, 200m tall.
In this whirling mass,
it's almost impossible for their predators to choose a target.
But the bats must head to their feeding grounds,
and they start to peel off across the forest.
Now the hunters can strike.
One bat narrowly escapes.
Others aren't so lucky.
Bat falcons and brown jays also swoop in to make their kills.
But nothing can dent the swarm.
They're heading for the cornfields across the forest.
There, they will devour 20 tonnes of insect pests...
..like this hatching armyworm moth.
Each moth can produce hundreds of hungry caterpillars.
And unprotected, the crops would be doomed.
Most Mexicans don't realise they owe not only their tequila,
but also their corn to bats.
Thanks to bats, we're eating this.
Rodrigo's main weapon to defend the bats is education.
His teams work in over 30 states across Mexico,
and he never misses a chance for a bit of bat PR.
You can see it in the eyes of people when you talk to them
and it makes sense - all of a sudden, everything makes sense.
Their frame of mind changes and they're bat friends from then on
and they propagate the message.
They talk to people in the house,
they talk to people in the office, school et cetera.
And little by little, the situation goes snowballing
and really, really changes the panorama for the bats.
I can turn them around in ten minutes.
In 15 minutes I give them the facts, I give them the evidence,
I give them the images.
Over 20 years, Rodrigo and his team have converted the people
whose land the bats rely on
from potential destroyers to bat defenders.
Just a few centuries ago, bats were worshipped in Mexico.
The darkest month was named after them
and one of their gods was a bat.
This is the rainforest of the Maya.
Because the tequila bats have still not left their island,
Rodrigo has a chance to return to the place he calls home.
Once, a vast empire stretched across these lands.
Now their temples, palaces,
and sacrificial altars have been swallowed by the forest.
This jungle is very special to Rodrigo.
For here, 30 years ago, he helped create the Chajul field station.
It has since become his base for bat research.
I always look forward to my first morning,
when I'm going to be woken up by the howlers calling.
Nature right there, with you, just outside your window.
It's great to be back. It's peaceful.
It really feels like coming home.
Every time I go into the forest looking for bats,
there's something different going on.
When the forest is alive,
every little piece of the forest that you see has a secret to unveil.
One of the first nights that I spent here,
I set my mist nets and I was blown away by the diversity of bats,
by the abundance of the bats.
There's nothing like this anywhere else in Mexico.
Not like this - this is 50, 40 species in a week.
Many bats that I caught there had never been caught in Mexico before.
So those are new records for the country.
In a couple of nights, Rodrigo and his team catch 22 species.
That's more types of bat than inhabit the entire British Isles.
Flower nibblers,
fruit gobblers,
and even some bats that devour other bats...
..leaving only their wings.
And tonight, he's caught something very rare and very weird.
It's got suckers in its thumbs and in its feet.
And really real suckers.
SOFT POP
Beautiful.
I have this glass - it's perfectly smooth
and it's using its suckers to move around the glass.
This sucker-footed bat can stick to the sides of curled-up jungle leaves
in which it hides in the daytime.
There's no other mammal or bird or reptile who have suckers like this.
This is something really unique in the natural world.
Now it's time to let him go.
The suckers make it really hard to come out.
Some gentle encouragement, and he's away.
Go on.
Finally, it's time for Rodrigo to return to the tequila bat island.
It takes three days by boat, car and foot.
The females are now pregnant
and are ready to start their long journey north.
They're not the only travellers who will set out tonight,
for on the beach, new life is stirring.
This is a miracle. This is many miracles happening right now.
These are all olive ridley sea turtles.
Their mother deposited the eggs here about two months ago
and these newborns are incredibly powerful,
having just pushed through about two feet of sand.
And they're getting ready to go into the ocean.
Good luck to you all!
From this beach, the turtles will spread across the oceans.
Those that survive will be pushed by their instincts
and their memories to return to this beach to lay their eggs.
It's this same urge to go back to the place of their birth
that drives the mother tequila bats north.
They too are returning to where they started life.
Before they spread out across Mexico,
Rodrigo has a rare chance to count them,
and estimate how many there are.
This is an amazing thing - I can't see anything.
The cave is straight ahead of me,
so this thermal camera can tell me what's going on there.
Using this technology,
we can estimate how many bats do we have in this cave.
I'm guessing about 40,000 lesser long-nosed bats.
This, of course, is chaos.
I mean, really, they're going in every possible direction
but the spectacle is incredible.
This is staggering, considering that 20 years ago,
when Rodrigo started to save them,
many caves only had a few hundred bats, or none at all.
The path the bats must now take
lies between the mountains of the Sierra Madre and the sea.
This fertile land is called the nectar corridor...
..Because here, every year, billions of flowers open at night.
The bats must feed on these constantly
to fuel their journey, otherwise they'll die.
And they have to time it perfectly.
Over millions of years, the bats have learned by trial and death
to track where the nectar is going to show up next.
Bats are early or bats are late, plants die and bats die.
What the bats miss is hoovered up quickly in the daytime,
in a fiesta of hummingbirds.
But both hummingbird and bat face an uncertain future.
Humans are affecting every last corner of the world
in many different ways, some ways that we still don't understand.
Biological diversity is under threat from many angles,
and not all of them are manageable or reversible by humans.
Mexico is developing fast. The land the bats rely on
is being swallowed and nature is being destroyed.
But because of Rodrigo, at least some is safe.
30 years ago, he was asked to assist the new government
to devise laws to save the wildlife of Mexico.
Land-owners, the Mexican people,
worked as partners to create a vast network of linked nature reserves
made from their private and the government's public land.
I've worked with small groups, big groups,
individuals, in the government halls, everywhere.
All we need is a little bit of information
and people are going to change about bats.
Now, over a quarter of Mexico is protected land.
Where other countries have lost much of their wildlife,
Mexico is a rare success story.
But nature in Mexico is still threatened
and Rodrigo is still pushing to save more.
This cave is one of the safe ones,
protected by local families who share the land.
Down here, Rodrigo and the bats feel safe.
The peacefulness in here is really overwhelming.
It's really nice.
The only sound around you are the bats flying around you.
This here is a bed of bat guano.
I could just lie down here and take a nap.
It would be a very nice nap.
I just absolutely love it.
But even in their deepest sanctuaries,
where their bodies lie undisturbed by any scavenger,
they're never quite secure.
For this cave is called the cave of the serpents.
Somehow, a group of snakes
have learned that they can catch their food here.
This is something I have never seen before.
These are rat snakes.
But they're getting used to eating bats inside the cave,
as they come out.
As darkness falls outside, the bats prepare to leave.
From much deeper underground,
they start to throng the narrow passages towards the surface.
And the snakes start to emerge.
Look at that!
This snake is deep into the cave,
where the bats are supposed to be completely safe from predators.
Not so! Dinner.
The bat dwarfs the snake's head.
To swallow it, the snake must dislocate its jaw.
This is one more danger that bats face
along their migration,
and still they're there and surviving.
THUNDER CRASHES
But just when the bat populations look safe, disaster strikes.
Within weeks of each other, not one but two hurricanes hit Mexico
and batter the entire Pacific coast.
This is a threat beyond even Rodrigo's control.
He loses the tequila bats.
Across the country, he sends his students to everywhere
the bats have ever been found.
For three weeks they search, day and night.
This has never happened before.
Yeah, OK. So the bats are not here. Well, I don't know.
If many of the bats have been killed,
the future for their species is bleak.
The way I feel right now, the trail is getting cold.
I'm not sure if we're going to find them.
Our only hope is to keep poking and looking
in every little piece of bat habitat that we know of,
to see if they are there.
It's a tense time for Rodrigo. He puts out rewards for any leads.
At last, one of his students thinks they've seen a tequila bat
in a cave called Las Vegas.
They block the exits and he heads in alone.
Finally he emerges - triumphant.
I found them!
It took weeks of searching everywhere.
It took two hurricanes to move the bats around
so that we could not track them, but they're here.
I got, like, er, maybe like ten, so the population is healthy.
Another dot in the migration of this species.
I'm so relieved. I've found them!
Oh, wow!
Oh, look at this! This is a pregnant female.
Her wings are in great shape.
Wow! I can feel the head right here and the rump over here.
This is the baby right here. The baby is really big.
I can't imagine the energy that this bat has spent
just flying around with a foetus growing inside her.
Thank you, mom. You're ready to go.
With proof that there are bats here in numbers,
he can get legal protection for the cave.
The tequila bats have another vital place of permanent safety.
For Rodrigo, it's time to visit some old friends.
There are over 1,200 species of bats in the world.
Three are vampires.
And two of these species live in this cave.
I got you!
I thought this was a common vampire bat
but it's a hairy-legged vampire bat.
They're not common at all.
This hairy-legged vampire bat feeds almost entirely
on mammal blood in this area here.
They have a really soft side, which is that they share blood.
No vampire bat can afford to go one night without feeding.
We found out that they'd come back from their foraging
and regurgitate a little bit of the blood for the guys
that didn't feed that night.
So basically they have a blood cooperative going
in every vampire bat colony.
They are nice. I mean, look at them.
Really nice.
This might look like the stuff of nightmares,
but the cow is oblivious
to the vampires feeding on its back and sides.
Vampire teeth are so sharp that the cow doesn't feel their bite,
and an anticoagulant in their saliva keeps the blood flowing.
They don't suck, but lick up the flowing juices.
Often, they will return to feed on the same animal, night after night.
Regrettably, Rodrigo can't stay for dinner.
He's back on the trail of the tequila bats.
He heads north to the end of the nectar corridor
and the edge of the Pinacate desert.
The Pinacate desert is one of the great deserts of North America.
It is part of the Sonoran desert
and as such is part of the driest desert in this continent.
It is one of the most challenging places on Earth to make
a living as a human being or survive as a species.
This place has been a desert for at least 100,000 years.
The bats are aiming for a cave, deep in the heart of this desert,
in the badlands just south of the US border.
There are no agaves to feed off en route.
Instead, the tequila bats,
nearing the end of their three-month pregnancy,
must seek the flowers of the giant columnar cactuses.
These flowers accommodate almost half of the bat's body into them.
It means millions of years of evolution
in which the flowers have become perfect receptacles
for the bat's head and snout and tongue
and the very long tongue of the bat goes into those flowers
and lick the nectar out and they come out completely covered with pollen.
They move out, they go to another columnar cactus
and there is pollination.
Because he knows the bats will come to the cactus flowers,
Rodrigo has a chance to solve a puzzle that's long been on his mind.
How far can they fly in one night?
It is a female - very lively,
in very, very good health.
We're going to mark it with a blue powder.
Rodrigo coats the bats he catches in harmless UV dust,
which they will lick off and digest.
We keep the head out so that the powder
does not affect its senses.
That should be enough.
The bats will now head on to their roost.
And if Rodrigo can find a glowing bat-dropping there, he can prove
how far they've flown - at least, in theory.
No-one has tried this before.
At daybreak, 50km from the cactuses,
Rodrigo finally arrives at the most important cave -
the end point of their long journey.
The birth cave of the tequila bats.
This cave is the largest colony
that this bat has anywhere in the world.
It's Rodrigo's great hope that enough bats have made it here
to sustain their population.
The future of the species depends on what will take place
in this ancient volcano.
We cannot get in the cave during the day.
We would create chaos, worrying females
that are taking care of their babies.
Rodrigo must wait by the cave mouth.
Night falls.
And then...
At first a trickle, then more emerge.
At least some of the bats have made it.
It's a tremendous relief for Rodrigo.
Now the mothers have left the cave to find food,
it's safe for Rodrigo to go inside.
They turn on their UV torches,
and carefully comb the cave.
Ah!
Blue poop.
This is proof that these bats are really long distance fliers
doing 50km one-way trips, and then coming back every night.
This is a really good find - confirmation.
To fly to the cactus where Rodrigo dusted it and back
is a 100-kilometre round trip.
No-one suspected the bats could fly so far.
This is a spotted skunk, and it's coming out now.
I have never seen it before.
Look at the incredible pattern and a huge feathered plume,
advertising that it is about to spray us,
but it chooses to move off into the dark.
Rodrigo moves far deeper into the maze of the volcano
than he's ever been before.
We can check on the reproductive success
by gauging how many babies are hanging from the roof of a cave.
At last - far below the desert surface -
the bats' secret, their nursery.
This is a group of babies,
and there's a mix in their ages.
Most of them are about a week old.
Very few are one-day-old
and two-day-old babies. It's always good to see them.
These are the first babies to be born of what will hopefully
be hundreds of thousands.
The future of the entire species hangs in this cave.
They synchronise their births so that everything happens
in the space of two weeks, three weeks - that's it.
You have twice that many bats in there.
This is...this is huge.
Oh, yeah, this is a good spot for the camera.
Rodrigo sets up remote cameras.
He can't stay when the mothers return,
so he's never seen what happens here during the day
when they're reunited with their pups.
This is a very young baby - one-day-old, two-day-old.
This is not a good place for the mother to leave this baby.
The pup is so young, its umbilical cord is still attached.
It's yet to grow the fur and fat that will keep it warm.
These babies are tiny.
At this age, they cannot keep their temperature up.
They have to be surrounded by dozens or hundreds of other babies
so that they keep the heat in place in what we call nurseries.
But this poor guy is here by himself.
If his mother doesn't come soon,
his temperature is going to drop and he is going to be in trouble.
Death is always part of the natural history of these species,
but I always worry about the fate of these little guys.
Soon the mothers will start to return
from across the great desert wastes.
It's time for Rodrigo to leave.
In the hours before dawn, the bats flood into the ancient volcano,
like an eruption in reverse.
As the day passes on the desert surface,
the cameras record the bats' hidden lives deep underground.
At nightfall, once the females have left again,
they can retrieve the footage.
It's a long night watching through the many hours recorded.
This is er...this has to be at around 7 or 8pm.
Nobody has ever seen a nursery in the process of building up
the numbers of babies that are being left behind by the mothers.
But she's pregnant, right? Not this one? No, this one.
And then...
Look at this!
Having a baby! Having a...she's having a baby!
No es possible!
The baby is coming out!
THEY SPEAK SPANISH
This is incredible.
She's licking, scratching, and again.
Wow!
The camera has captured something never seen before.
Look at the tiny forearm! The face - this is the face! Yes!
First its head, then its wing emerges.
Then suddenly, the baby is out and clinging to its mother.
The wings are protecting the baby,
so nobody can come close to the baby at all.
We catch a glimpse of the newborn pup's face
as its mother cleans it in her fingertips.
Look at that! Ooh! Baby was slipping away from the mother.
The baby must be very, very slippery
and it's slipping down away from the control of the mother,
so she catches it with the wing.
The mother quickly positions the baby on her teat
for its first feed of her milk.
That is amazing.
There's a few mothers. There's one, two, three, four.
But this is all babies.
Over the next few days, the colony swells
with thousands upon thousands of new babies.
This is the flagship colony that is helping me understand
what is the actual conservation status of that species.
If we multiply that one birth hundreds of thousands of times,
tells me that the species has recovered.
Rodrigo could never have dreamed 20 years ago
that he'd be seeing such a recovery.
His tequila bats have come home to roost.
Our work as conservation professionals
is not to put as many species as we can
in endangered species lists.
Our work is to work as hard as we can
for as long as is needed -
as long as is needed only - to recover that species.
Finally, Rodrigo is ready to make an extraordinary announcement.
There's places where I have to be in big meetings.
You have to address the world.
Before that happens, I picture myself in a cave,
in the darkness, in the quiet, in the peace of a cave.
Everything is great then.
At the Ministry of the Environment in Mexico City,
journalists and ministers pack the room to hear what he has to say.
APPLAUSE
HE SPEAKS SPANISH
Thanks to the work of Rodrigo, his team,
and hundreds of others across this country, the lesser long-nosed bat
is the first species in Mexico
to be officially saved from extinction,
and it will be removed from the endangered species list.
This is a clear indication that our work is actually having
a good impact in the world.
His method of combining research, law and community education
has meant every single bat colony has either stabilised or increased.
His techniques are now being applied with further success
to save endangered species of all kinds
across Latin America and the world.
Rodrigo really is the bat man.
This is a great day for the lesser long-nosed bat.
There's a lot of work to be done
but first, it's time to celebrate.