There's a type of bat here in Aus that is not even really a proper part of the bat family. We call it a flying fox, but I am reliably informed that it actually is a closer relation to primates than foxes. Anyway, they're large and sight oriented, rather than with sonar, and they're kind of cute in a flying leather and teeth kind of way. Actually the more I look, the more I think that you won't see a flying fox or Dobby in the same room at the same time (apologies to Harry Potter fans.).
What I really like though, is tracking the decomposition of one on a power line. It's tragycomedy for the discerning weirdo around town. They land on power lines every now and then and grab two, or touch one other than the one they're on - and they die. But they die and stay there. Little angry faces and standy out orange fur. You're not supposed to laugh but...
One of my favourites some years ago hung on for so long into his disappearing act, that he was just two gripping legs, nothing more, gradually making their way down the slope to middle of the line between two poles. They'd just swing back and forth and keep me amused at the lights. Well I am told that up near the station there are two that have died hand in hand. I will get some shots if possible because I know that this is the type of stuff that can't go undocumented.
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