I was in bed last night, sleep eluding me in the sticky humid heat. I could hear a rustling of branches and the flapping of wings through the window.
Wondering what bird would be awake at that late hour I peeled myself off the sweat soaked sheet and peered out through the mosquito netting. It wasn’t birds that I heard but huge fruit bats feasting on the ripening mangos hanging in the tree outside my window. With a wing span of up to 5 feet they are quite a spooky sight in the dark.
I tried to get a photo but the light from the flash kept bouncing off the mosquito netting so none of the photos came out. Instead here is a photo I found online.
It’s experiences like this that remind me that I am not in
Kansas New Zealand anymore!
Pic courtesy Neil Strickland