“Up to 30,000 grey-headed flying foxes (fruit bats) roost in a colony
at Yarra Bend Park, hanging from the eucalypts that flank the river.
Nightly at dusk, they fly over and into Melbourne’s gardens and inner
suburbs, looking for fruit to eat.
When I notice hundreds of bats flapping above me – a dark, crooked
drift – the insistent anatomy of the human city feels thin and