Bats

I am instantly asleep.

I wake up according to the alarm of my mangled internal ticker at one o'clock. Against the background humming of the generators of the nearby embassies, I hear the occasional high pitched pulses of bats hunting nocturnal insects. A few swoop past the window. I laugh at the thought that unlike birds which occasionally crash into windows, bats have no such concern.

Earlier we saw a bird pluck a grape from the vine and run off like a naughty child to a tree. The grape proved too much for him to swallow while balancing on the branch, so he hopped down to the floor to enjoy his spoils.

Bats. (this link goes to a post in my frivolous writing blog)