Well to be fair, I suppose they don't really have feathers... but what I'm trying to say is they stick together, in the most adorably literal way possible!
A teeny squee batty I found laying outside in broad daylight. He chirped at me quite a bit when i picked him up, but felt right at home on the shelf in the garage. When the sun started to set, he finally got the courage to take off!
No wonder you're tired widdly baby bat, it's waaaay past your bedtime. Off to bed and I'll wake you when it's dark outside.