Bat out of hell

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An early morning trip with Nik to Wat Pho Bang Khla. Arriving at the temple, the trees appear to be full of strange fruit.

Closer inspection revealed the fruit to be fruit bats. Unfortunately our arrival, although early by my slothful standards, was late enough to make the sky very bright against the dark of the bats in the trees. Still, I got a few shots:

She who must be obeyed took control of the lens (Panasonic 100-300mm) and soon pronounced herself an expert on bats by exclaiming “this bat is a male”!

“How can you possibly tell?” I chastised her; “you know nothing about bats”.

“Check this photo” was her confident response:

I dread to think what he was about to do with his tongue….

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2011-06-09 | Wally says

Ref the last photo: Do I detect a hint of evy there ?


2011-06-09 | Pete says

I thought you didn’t do early mornings? What dragged you there in the first place - other than Nik? Cracking pics though - as always.


2011-06-10 | Spike says

Nothing a surgical removal of two of my vertebrae wouldn’t fix.


2011-06-10 | Spike says

Nik gets up at 0500, I normally get up around 0900 (like all civilised men). We compromised on 0700.


2011-06-10 | Barry says

Bloody fine looking creatures, what! I wonder if they bite. I could have owned a bat, once upon a time. My grandmother was in a home and they found one in the garden and she kept it for me. But I didn’t show up, selfish youth that I was. So I ended up bat-less. Probably a good thing. They might have eaten my pet caterpillers.


2011-06-10 | Spike says

Where did she keep it for you? The answer that sprang to mind was “up her nightdress”, but that’s just from watching too much Fawlty Towers.