Say hello to the Eastern Red Bat, about the size of a mouse, and habitue of leaves and bushes. They don't roost in clumps, according to my book, but prefer a solitary life moving from tree to tree in search of insects. At one point, Bob pulled the branch down a little lower so we could maybe get a better picture but it started stirring (and looked at me with its little beady black and oh-so-cute eyes!), so we left it alone.
It's roost today was in a beech tree, at the end of a branch, about 8 feet up.
Had to resist urge to cuddle. Bat bitey. Not good.