This was the kind of job I liked. It was a warm morning, but the pecan orchard seemed a few degrees cooler than anywhere else. The fact that it was open and the breeze could penetrate everywhere most likely helped. The property owner had also promised me twenty pounds of pecans as a bonus.

Bat removal was not something I did very often (I had, in fact, only done it twice before). It was, however, lucrative and it made me feel like I was doing something significant to protect the local economy. Pecans were a major crop in the area, and a big pecan festival in the fall drew a lot of tourists.

I stopped roughly in the middle of the orchard and looked up and all around into the branches. No bats were in sight. I didn’t even see any movement in the branches other than the swaying caused by the wind. I walked around the perimeter and failed to find any either. I chuckled to myself and thought “maybe they know why I’m here, and they’re hiding”.

I pondered the best places to put the traps for Denver bat removal. As much as I was enjoying this, I had do a bat removal in the North Denver in mid-afternoon and a raccoon removal in East Denver after that. I headed back to the truck to get the traps.

I had about half of the traps placed when I noticed the breeze picking up and feeling cooler. Clouds were moving in. I needed to finish up soon, and hope the weather was better in North Denver.


I had just placed the last of them when I noticed a shadow racing across the ground. I looked up and saw a red-tailed hawk circling. Hawks probably kept the bats down to an extent, but not quite enough. Maybe they would get the bats moving to the lower places where the traps were placed.

I was leaning up against his vehicle filling out some paperwork just before leaving when I heard them. Finally, 10 or 12 bats were visible in nearby branches chattering loudly. “Good riddance,” they seemed to be saying.