*Le sigh* My life is complete

Anyone who knows me knows I have a thing for fruit bats. They are truly one of my favourite things about living in Sydney. Except when they shit fruit droppings in mid air all over my washing line, then I'm not so impressed. But then I see their majestic forms flying across the sky, and their furry faces in the trees and I love them again.

Turns out I'm not the only one:

"Wrapped up in their tiny blankets, the bundles of woe pictured are surviving on the milk of human kindness.

The orphaned baby fruit bats are being raised at a rescue centre after a plague of poisonous ticks swept through their colony.

Used to snuggling up to their mothers, they need to be kept warm and are fed through teats with a sugary liquid full of nutrients.

Saviour: Helen Darbelly, a helper at the rescue centre, making sure her little bundles are kept warm and fed.

Normally adults carry their baby on their back but as those which have been infected slowly die, the youngsters, with no mother to feed them, also perish.

"We walk around the bat colony in the Bush every day and you can hear the young bats crying for their mothers," said Jenny Maclean, who runs the rescue centre on the Atherton Tablelands in northern Queensland."

Italics taken from this article from the Daily Mail in the UK featured on Cuteoverload.