It arrived at 3:15 am, I was in the garden when it flew past my head, settling on the door. During the day, it moved from the fanlight over the door to the letterbox. By nightfall it had turned so I could see it's face. It was time for close-ups. Anne stopped the postman disturbing it and took the mail at the gate. Bless her.
A dramatic shot, reminding me of a bat.
I hope someone finds them interesting.