flying foxes
flying foxes
tomorrow i go to see the flying foxes
although by ‘tomorrow’ i guess i mean ‘today’ for most of the world, although ‘tomorrow’ for me is ‘yesterday’ for everyone else cos i’m here in the antipodes.
but i get to go see the flying foxes!
i still remember the first time that i saw the flying foxes in melbourne.
oh, fyi-flying foxes are these gigantic bat-like creatures with 10 foot wingspans and 3 foot long bodies. i kid you not. they exist. they are real.
and i’m going to see them tomorrow (today, yesterday, soon-ish).
the first time i saw them i was just having an innocent perambulation through the melbourne botanical gardens. and i innocently looked up to see these giant creatures swooping through the trees!
it was like being on the set of a prehistoric movie (like ‘turner and hooch’).
they swooped. or swoped. swope. they swooped.
and tomorrow i plan on seeing them swoop again.
when they weren’t swooping through the trees they were all hanging out together. hundreds of them. looking sweet and mammalian.
i, of course, will not attempt to pet them (they do live in the tops of trees, anyway), as my luck in petting animals hasn’t been very good this year (i was bitten, not seriously, by a wild parrot in sydney, but let’s just keep that to ourselves, ok?).
but uh-oh, it’s 6pm and i have to go do the rove tv show and apparently holly valance is on the show along with will smith. i wonder if holly valance will be naked. that’d be cool, huh huh. (yeah, nothing like a 1996 beavis and butthead reference to make me feel hip.)
moby