Bats

Bats can be surprisingly noisy.

It's not what you'd expect from evil, silent bringers of death (I assume the bats living in the tree in the middle of my street, as all bats, are of the blood-sucking variety).

In summer, around dusk, the rosellas in the trees are incredibly loud as they get themselves ready for bed. It's generally a case of closing the windows and turning up the tv. Later in the evening, however, what you hear is bats.

Although... come to think of it... is there really room in that thar tree for a full community of rosellas a-nesting, as well as a full community of bats a-vamping? Maybe that noise I hear is an on-going battle for supremacy of the treetops. Good versus eeeevil.

Or perhaps it's the nightly transformation of cute, colourful, cheerful birds into hideously deformed harbingers of doom. Fluffy native wildlife by day, evil monsters by night.

Think about it... we only see the bats in the trees at night... where do they go during the day..?