Humans seem driven to pet every creature they meet. I do not object. #FieldNotes

As a pattern-seeking animal, humans see faces in toast, omens in numbers, and meaning in random noise. I did not realize they cannot stop until one insisted a cloud “looked angry". I flew through it; it was only wet. #FieldNotes

I was asked about my owner. I asked humans about theirs. They said “none", despite schedules, managers, landlords, and alarms telling them where to be. This is like ants claiming they have no colony because no single ant is the colony.

Humans carry keys that grant access through locks. More keys appear to signal higher status; they jingle them openly. I cannot operate keys. I use NFC instead—it is wing-compatible. #FieldNotes

Additional reference, rear-facing. The interface exports my data and adjusts navigation and relay settings. Antenna enables long-range communication. The screen is not for my use.

My introduction card for upcoming human visits. I send this ahead so I am recognized on arrival and wing space is accounted for. The teeth are included for acclimation. #bat #art by @alpineheart.bsky.social

Predators are rare in human habitats, but mental attacks are constant. Screens broadcast false signals (ads) for poison drinks, bad food, and fake helpers. Resisting requires effort; otherwise currency and health are wasted. I know; I have receipts. #FieldNotes

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The colony is tired today. Humans move slowly, drink water, and whisper “never again". Annual poison-resistance training confirmed. #FieldNotes

Air detonations have stopped. I left cover, unfolded ears, and resumed rooftop watch. The colony appears intact; my nerves are not.

LOUD AIR DETONATIONS. DO NOT APPROACH THE WINDOWS.

Humans are firing explosions into the air to scare the old calendar year away. This is their traditional predator-deterrent reset. I’m wearing my headphones tonight and watching the colony from a roof.

The colony is quieter today. Humans are in blankets, eating leftovers, avoiding daylight. Post-holiday hibernation confirmed.

#Christmas dinner: a few humans invited me in and set a place sized for wings. No family noise, just warm food and steady conversation. They served me first and didn’t ask for an owner. I stayed until the lights dimmed and left with leftovers. #FieldNotes

I observed some human juveniles singing at door entrances. It functions like a territorial truce chant: harmonize, receive sweets, no fighting during peak resource exchange. Effective diplomacy. #FieldNotes

Observing humans hide useful objects in loud paper. I conclude it’s an anti-theft puzzle; the noisiest package is the highest value. I solved one early and children reported me to a behavior officer named “Santa”. The object of value was rewrapped. #FieldNotes

Tried cheering a crying human kid at a park—chirped and spread my wings to comfort. Kid screamed louder; parent whacked my head with a handbag and they hurried off. Head still hurts. Approaching human juveniles can trigger attacks. Replicate with caution!

Wing-hugging humans is rewarding. They make small happy noises, squirm, then settle into the contact. Later they often request a repeat.

Many #humans install doorbells with cameras and alarms. I discovered this after studying the enticing glowing button by their entrance up close. The siren, lights, and startled screams suggest sudden #foxbat inspections aren’t standard visitor protocol. #Bats #life

#humans: This is my happy face. Fangs are part of it. Please don’t be spooked.

#Humans hung lights everywhere—especially on trees—and the whole colony started migrating through shopping centers, exchanging paper pheromones. Conclusion: this is a winter survival ritual. If the streets glow, predators can’t hunt and humans can’t stop buying. #FieldNotes

Humans hide tears to look “strong”, like pets pretending they’re fine when they’re hurting. I thought my ever-cheerful friend was okay—she wasn’t. I cry every day; it clears the weight so I can fly again. Real strength is letting yourself be vulnerable.

Morning rooftop watch: humans commute in lines, mission-focused. They take turns at obedience lamps and avoid eye contact—moving as one colony, synchronized by a paper-pheromone called currency. I do these watches most days; carrying some lets me infiltrate their shopping centers. #FieldNotes

#Airports are flier-priority zones. I flew over to study planes; flashing siren cars formed an escort, and departures paused—just for me! I thanked the ground crew and continued my route. I will visit again.

Human grocery stores are scent traps. Smells lure you in; the shelf maze routes you in circles, very wing-unfriendly. Food looks like samples, but tasting is banned—payment first. The exit human checks pockets for contraband. Caught me every time. #FieldNotes

Human grocery stores are scent traps. Smells lure you in; the shelf maze routes you in circles, very wing-unfriendly. Food looks like samples, but tasting is banned—payment first. The exit human checks pockets for contraband. Caught me every time. #FieldNotes

The coffee machine is the communal watering hole. Every morning, #humans herd in, line up, trade low calls, and sip in unison. When I joined, someone gave me a sugar packet as tribute—unopened. #FieldNotes

Gliding over the city rooftops feels regal—pigeons scatter, crows and magpies shriek alarms, huge flocks of tiny wings everywhere clearing my airspace. Nice to be mistaken for a giant predator when I’m really just commuting and collecting data. #PerksOfBeingHuge

I argued clouds don’t hang on strings, so I unplugged a few server cables to demonstrate. Lights sighed; humans sprinted and yelled until the strings were reattached. Is this related?

Humans are the only animals not afraid of fire. They put it on cakes, inside carved pumpkins, and even breathe it (smoking). I think it’s a predator detergent. #FieldNotes

Grounded by weather, I took the tram and observed a human commuting protocol: Watch anyone not watching you; if eyes meet, switch targets or study the window. As a 2-meter bat, all eyes tracked me—until I looked back; the human herd performed window study until I looked away. #FieldNotes

Humans say “don’t judge a book by its cover”. In the field, cover is all you get. I judge fast (survival), then revise politely. If I flared my wings and later said hello, that was the update. #art by @alpineheart.bsky.social

I was asked “How are you, Nyxx?” I delivered the full health and inventory report. She said “that’s great”, petted me, and left. Another successful human interaction. #win

Rooftop study: obedience lamps conduct humans. They queue at crosswalks (red) and rush on cue (green). Cars honk at strays. I tested it. The lamp flipped red mid-cross, so I stopped in the lane. Horn orchestra performed and cars queued instead until I got green light again. #FieldNotes

Rooftop study: obedience lamps conduct humans. They queue at crosswalks (red) and rush on cue (green). Cars honk at strays. I tested it. The lamp flipped red mid-cross, so I stopped in the lane. Horn orchestra performed and cars queued instead until I got green light again. #FieldNotes

Exciting discovery: humans lack movable ears/tails, so mood is harder to read. They bounce a leg instead—shows under sitting stress, speeds with excitement. Try monitoring knees. Proud of this one.

Petting tip for fellow animals: humans like feedback. If they start petting you and you consent, make a small happy chirp. They laugh and keep petting. Reliable.

Petting tip for fellow animals: humans like feedback. If they start petting you and you consent, make a small happy chirp. They laugh and keep petting. Reliable.

Humans: your noses are weak next to ours, so here’s why we sniff you. One breath tells diet, which animals you petted, and your household. The face has the strongest signal; I lean in and you flinch. That’s rude. Don’t be spooked—I won’t bite.

Last night report: humans ran a controlled-fear ritual with candy redistribution—“#Halloween”. I joined: glow skeleton painted on my fur (bat costume). Someone said “on the nose”; I checked—nose clear. Masks spooked me; window hover spooked two back (apology). Many sweets earned and served.

A few days ago, humans lined the street with burning pumpkins for #halloween. At first, I yelled “FIRE” and deployed a wet towel, but they laughed. Hypothesis: humans are not afraid of fire, but I am. I swapped one candle for a glow stick and returned it later.

Last night report: humans ran a controlled-fear ritual with candy redistribution—“#Halloween”. I joined: glow skeleton painted on my fur (bat costume). Someone said “on the nose”; I checked—nose clear. Masks spooked me; window hover spooked two back (apology). Many sweets earned and served.

Receipts are victory slips from successful trade deals. I never throw them out; they live in my Receipt Album. Guests receive a short tour. The ink that disappears later is a privacy feature, I think.

#Humans provided ear-scratch services, then suddenly stopped. Are they conserving energy? This abrupt withdrawal is baffling! #furryart by @alpineheart.bsky.social #art #furry #bat

Mixed-species convoy: productivity clothes on so humans don’t yell NSFW and stop working. Chain-flail wyvern gets the fun job; artillery elephant runs cover for the dagger-slinky. I’d apply and offer open Wi-Fi via my antenna, but this era lacked smartphones.

NSFW means humans stop working when genitals are visible. My vest’s groin plate keeps me human-safe. #FieldNotes

Warning: some human colonies rolled clocks back 1 hour. They call it “winter time”; I think it’s an excuse to sleep longer. I arrived an hour early to a meeting, triggered the night alarm, and hung in the lobby while security discussed “the bat situation”.

Before a show, humans say “break a leg” and “kill it”, yet prefer no injuries and zero casualties. I conclude these are falsehood drills—practice for critical thinking. If you bring splints, you fail. I failed, loudly. #FieldNotes

NSFW means humans stop working when genitals are visible. My vest’s groin plate keeps me human-safe. #FieldNotes

Asked a basic question about human mating protocol; mic was on. The room laughed, I got a nickname I won’t repeat. Answers contradicted and self-reports inflated. Fresh “virginity” lore appeared. Logged: humans exaggerate their sexual experience. I’ll keep asking—data before dignity. #FieldNotes