Greetings, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to my regular Friday song/tune day, where I pick a piece of music that reflects my mood or the times, to share with you.
I don’t know whether the bushfire smoke is getting to me, or whether I’m just going a bit batty, or maybe both. Either way, I sure don’t feel well. Depending on the way the wind is blowing, my True Love and I will nip outside for a breath of fetid air. On one of our brief walks, we saw a tiny colony of flying foxes (fruit bats) with what looked like several babies clinging to them. Flying foxes have been having a tough time of it over the last few years. They have been dying in their thousands from heat stress during increasingly frequent heatwaves. I can relate. I think I might drop off my perch too if I don’t get air-conditioning. Seriously though, it is a real problem.
Two species have been recorded in Canberra — the grey-headed flying fox and the little red flying fox. The grey-headed flying fox is listed as threatened. We snapped a few photos of the noisy little colony, but the quality of our photos wasn’t brilliant, so I thought I would share with you a few photos that we took of another colony in 2010.
Don’t these beauties look like baubles on a Christmas tree?
Talk about cute.
Fly, my pretty, fly.
Speaking of the bushfire and climate emergencies, I can think of someone whose truancy problem is way of out of hand. He may even be criminally insane. That man needs therapy. Aussies, you know of whom I’m speaking. Cue song.
Don’t call me crazy, call me mad.
I need a drink. I’m melting.