'Flying Foxes, Cheeseman!'

So...last night lying in bed we heard a weird screech. It was not one of the sounds we are used to like the rustling of mice and rats ( yes, they are back!) in the kitchen, or possums racing across the roof and the rasping call of doom like the demonic hiss of the offspring of Gollum and an Orc that the cute looking Brush tailed Possum makes. The other night there was a loud and startling bang which turned out to be a possum dropping the soap it had snaffled from the shower. It must have taken it up the tree and it slipped out of its paws onto the tin roof.No, the screech was a new sound that we had not heard before.Tonight we discovered what it was.The Yellowbox tree behind the house is in bloom and during the day you are showered with its blossom as the parakeets nibble at them in the topmost branches.Now it seems the tree is getting no respite for after dark it is being visited by Flying Foxes, large fruit bats and it is they that chatter and screech in the night.Will has never seen them here before.