See that? Tree full of flying foxes.
Hang on, let me get the zoom lens out.
There's loads of them, like I said. All awake and making noise, occasionally some will fly about but I fail to get a shot of any airborne.
Cute little fellas though.
Some of them like to have a bit of a stretch.
Literally 2 seconds after I put the camera away there's a huge flight show. Damn it. So I get it back out, and we have to wait another few minutes before any fly again but when they do it's an impressive sight.
Eventually, photographing non-bats gets boring, so we carry on. There's a tricky bit of the path up ahead which he wants to alert me to should I go for a solo run. Turns out he's never noticed the large clear signposts.
Climbing more hills up through Balgowlah and, oh, look, there's the best off licence in the world: Porters. This place is where Kevin sources basically any beer he wants. They have a stupendous selection anyway, but if I recommend to him something they don't have he just asks and a couple of weeks later it's in stock. Today I ask the beer adivsor if they have any Tailgate peanut butter stout. They do not, so he's going to order some in. Good work, Porters. We buy 3 beers each and leave to walk back home.
Cracking open a bottle on the deck, a new toy is used and the game we invented earlier is now christened "octopus catch". There are interruptions due to interference from the dog, plus our collectively successful attempt to convince the neighbourhood cockatoo to come eat a poor man's Ritz cracker or two.