At last some good rain. And the flying ants are out in force! Wings and scurrying bodies everywhere, clustered around our lights.
“We’ll have fat geckos and I hope the owls and nightjars have a feast, Tom! Even the monkeys will love it if they’re still around tomorrow”
Grumble grumble I don’t like them he mutters. Then Why don’t the monkeys come out at night? Are they too scared of leopards? he asks.
“I think so”, I say. “I think its bred into them that night-time is dangerous and it’s not their time to eat.”
wings and bougainvilla ‘petals’ – this guy is lovin’ it