Bats

Plenty of bats in our garden tonight. They are, I think, pipistrelles, very small, marvellously aerodynamic, fascinating to watch as the light fades, as they hunt along the woodland edge. Plenty for them to catch, I should think.  I used to enjoy listening for the echo-locating squeaks of bats as they flitted backwards and forwards across the quad back in schooldays, used to enjoy the sound of grasshopper warblers in the hedges and thickets along the canal towpath too; those days are long gone, now I have to be content with what I can see!