We were in the Daintree Discovery Centre, wandering the trails that explained the flora and fauna of the wet tropics rainforest, when I looked up and saw this black spot hanging from the fronds of an Alexander Palm, maybe 60, 70 feet above us. It was a flying fox. We watched it groom itself for a good long time (the Centre placards told us how fastidious these giant bats are about their cleaning), which it concluded by wrapping its wings around itself with a dramatic Dracula flourish, only its spectacled face visible.
The next day we were back in Cairns, our last night in the tropics, in a harbor-facing room. As sunset passed and the twilight deepened, I looked out the window and saw a huge flock of birds flying east over the city, headed across the harbor toward the seaside hills beyond. But they weren't birds! They were thousands of this guy, their segmented wings a dead giveaway. Here's a brief video clip I shot that captures a few of them flying by: