Fruit Bats

Just on nightfall last night, thousands of fruit bats flew overhead, screeching as they went. It was incredibly noisy for about half an hour.

‘Guess they’re heading north for winter!’ The Silverback said, sounding authoritative. ‘They’ll be calling in at Castle Alucard on the way’.

I was too tired to pay much attention, I was just nodding off. I remember something about someone called Bram Stoker. We’re getting an extra power point put in the van, I think he might be the electrician.

The joy of being a dog is you don’t have to bother listening to the details if it’s dinner time or bedtime.