Marauding, mango muncher strikes again!

Mauled mango

A balmy summers evening in Australia, children are in bed and I am luxuriating enveloped in quietness in the company of a good read when….THUMP, CLUMP, CLUMP, CLUMP…oh no! There is an elephant tap dancing on our roof in steel capped boots. After a period the noise settles and the silence returns, only to be punctuated at intervals by the native, fruit loving, flying bat calling to its friends.

Next morning I am greeted by the sight of yet another half mauled mango on the ground. Is it the possum? Or is it the bat? Either way I wish they would eat the whole fruit and leave a couple to ripen on the tree for us.

Dreaming of eating