Karen Bayly

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Going batty

It’s been a year for going batty. We all seem to be at a tipping point in some area of our lives. Many people have been going batty because they don’t enjoy staying at home. Others are going batty by being around family 24/7. I’m going batty with uncertainty.

Every day that I log in to work, I expect to be told my services are no longer required. Or I expect to be told that they’ve cancelled working from home and I will be back to the two-hour each way commute. Only this time I will wear an N95 mask. Or worse, now that they are restricting how many people can travel on public transport, they may not allow me onto the buses and trains I normally catch and my daily commute might increase to 5 or even 6 hours. That possibility really drives me batty.

Not that being batty is a bad thing. I like bats. They're amazing creatures. I see fruit bats flying over my house every evening. We call them flying-foxes here, possibly something to do with their size, but more likely to do with their fox-like faces.

Image: Little Aussie Bat

Flying-foxes are the largest flying mammals in the world, acting as long-range seed dispersers and pollinators for many native trees. They are vital to the health of the ecosystem. Read more about them here.

However, human land needs means chopping down trees and this impacts natural habitat for flying foxes. The gaps between forested areas have become wider so to avoid flying further, flying-foxes have established new roost sites in urban areas. They now also forage for food in urban backyards and orchards.

This means that people see them as a nuisance, but honestly, who is the nuisance here? The humans taking the land for their own use, or the awesome flying mammal making do with what we’ve left for it? Now with the climate becoming increasingly hotter, fruit bats are suffering from heat stress, with huge numbers dying in the heatwaves - upwards of 45000 in 2014, and thousands more in 2019 and 2020 .

Flying foxes dip their bellies in water to keep cool
Image:  Nick Edards, CC BY-NC-ND

It doesn’t help that bats have a bad rap as carriers of the types of diseases that can result in human pandemics (but really, we’re not supposed to be in close proximity to bats, we only are because we’ve made it so). They’re also noisy and their roost areas are smelly. Actually, you could say that about many humans!

I think they’re incredible animals and with such cute faces, but I get that they’re not everyone’s cup of loveliness. Except for this baby fruit bat. Look at that expression! Video here.

Flying fox baby

I’m not sure why people use the term ‘batty’ to mean ‘crazy’. I’ve read a few explanations ranging from being a patient of 18th century psychiatrist, William Battie, to the behaviour of bats in a belfry when disturbed by church bells. Here’s a different take on the origin of bat related words.

DISCLAIMER:  Except for eavesdrop, the origin of all other words and phases is completely made up.

A Mostly Not Very True Story

An old storyteller and his granddaughter were talking one night, while warming themselves in front of the fire. ‘I wonder where the word “eavesdrop” originated,’ said the young woman.

‘I can tell you that,’ said the old man. ‘It’s a little known story but a fascinating one.’

The young woman wrinkled her nose. Her grandfather was known to have been a larrikin in his youth and none the better in his dotage. It had made his stories fascinating if not at all factual.

‘Hit me with your best shot,’ she replied.

‘Well, it started back many, many years ago in medieval times. The law then stated that the water dripping off the eaves of a building should not fall on and damage the land of the neighbouring building. This “eavesdrop” regulated how close the buildings could be.

‘How it came to mean someone who listens to conversations that don’t concern them is a bit contentious. The popular view is that a person who stood outside a building within the eavesdrop and listened to what was being said inside was an eavesdropper.

‘However, I know this is not the case. It is a little known fact that an ancient secret society once used bats to carry secret messages. This is quite logical of course. Secrets by their very nature must be kept in the dark. A bat flies by night so by its very nature keeps things in the dark.

‘These messenger bats would hang off the eaves of buildings. When a message needed to be sent, the message writer would give a soft high pitched whistle and a bat would drop off the eaves and glide down in readiness for receiving the message. The message was inserted into a small gold or silver cylinder called a “tery” attached to the bat's leg.

‘Now it is another little known fact that bats are highly sensitive to silver and gold. It gives them great amounts of energy so they are able to fly faster for longer. So a “bat tery” was not only a receptacle for holding a message – it also aided the bat on its journey. I think you will note that the word is now used for a similar type of powering device.

‘The bat would then fly off to its intended destination. Once it arrived, it would first fly through the nearest belfry and cause the bell to issue one sharp ring. Most people assumed the sound was caused by the wind or by some accidental disturbance; however, to those who knew of the secret message system of bats, this sound caused by “bats in the belfry” was recognised as an alert to an incoming message.

‘The intended recipient would watch out their window for the arrival of the bat on the eaves. Once sighted, the recipient would give a soft high pitched whistle and the bat would drop off the eaves and glide down in readiness for delivering the message. And so our little eavesdropper would have passed on the contents of a secret conversation between two people.

‘As time went by, enemies of this ancient secret society found ways to confuse and intercept the messenger bats by using trained moths. These moths would learn to fly in a large spherical formation which so enticed the bat (moths being a favourite repast) that it would veer off course to follow it. These “moth balls” were immensely effective and heralded the end of the messenger bat.

‘However, many phrases from that era have filtered down to our modern day language. For example, when a secret message was sent to a comrade in need, the sender was said to “go to bat for someone”. The recipient of a secret bat message was said to receive the missive “right off the bat”. When a bat was interfered with and the secret message delivered to an enemy instead of its intended recipient, it was said to “bat for the other team” (although the meaning of this has somewhat changed over the years). These terms have all been attributed to the game of cricket, but their history is far older.

‘I see,’ said the young woman, ‘so let me guess. “Like a bat out of hell” refers to how fast a messenger bat flew when being chased, and “blind as a bat” refers to the fact that the bat couldn't see the message.’

The old man looked at her sternly.

‘Of course not,’ he retorted. ‘I think you are making fun of me.’

‘Well, you are a little batty,’ she said with a sly grin,

He threw back his head and laughed uproariously.

‘You have me there,’ he conceded. ‘Indeed, you have me there.’

Image: tomertu /


Book Recommendation: The Bobcat by Katherine Forbes Riley

I finished this book before I went to sleep one night. I woke up the next day still thinking about it and cocooned in literary happiness. In many ways, this is a romance, and I’m not a huge fan of the genre. Romance is fine when it’s a small part of a bigger story, but as the focus, it usually leaves me cold.

However, I love “The Bobcat”. The characters are unusual, beautiful, and completely relatable. The love between the protagonist and her love interest is intense yet gentle, drifting off the pages like a sweet fragrance. I’m sure many people won’t like the story - the fact that the male love interest’s name isn’t revealed until the last page will irk those who like everything explained upfront. However, I thought it was a wonderful device for catapulting the dreaminess of the previous pages into the real world. The writing is luscious, deep, and meant to be savoured. A great debut.

I feel the need for clean (sorry, Top Gun)

Recently, I did an author spot at a virtual book club meeting. Not only was it exciting to have my book featured as "Book of the Month", it gave me a wonderful opportunity to talk about why I created a "clean" steampunk world.

Steampunk worlds are thrilling and wondrous, but are often grubby and polluted from a reliance on coal-based steam. This saddens me, as we already know in our world that the air pollution from fossil fuels is a killer.

The Streets of Lantern City. Concept Art by Section Studios.

This week, I read that China’s ban on the movement of traffic from February 10 to March 14 prevented over 12,000 premature deaths from air pollution. That’s three times the number of lives lost from the pandemic in the same period.

Shockingly, 91% of the world’s population live in areas with air pollution above World Health Organization limits. Just over a year ago, researchers reported that outdoor air pollution caused a minimum of 7 million early deaths per year worldwide. Around 800,000 of these deaths occurred in Europe.

London - Nick Ansell/PA - The Guardian

In adults, air pollution is killing more people than tobacco smoking, primarily through heart disease. It even affects unborn babies - a study done in Greater London found there was a 15% increase in risk of low birth weight for every additional 5 micrograms per cubic metre of fine particle pollution.

London is no stranger to the problem of air pollution. In the 1500s, Queen Elizabeth 1 complained about the coal smoke around the Palace of Westminster. In 1661, the diarist John Evelyn noted in his book “Fumifugium” that London was:

“so filled with the fuliginous steam of the sea-coal, that hardly can one see across the street, and this filling the lungs with its gross particles exceedingly obstructed the breast, so as one would scarcely breathe”.

John Evelyn’s Fumifugium

By Victorian times, the problem was immense. London’s skies were murky with smoke and “pea-souper” fogs. Those too poor to avoid the worst of it paid with their health, particularly during two major pollution events - the Great Stink and The Great Smog.

The Great Stink occurred in 1858 when unusually hot weather hit London. Human waste, dead animals, rotting food, and toxic raw materials from the riverside factories turned the River Thames into a reeking sewer. Cholera and typhoid fever ran rampant, and people hid indoors to avoid both the smell and the disease. The Houses of Parliament had to be closed as nothing could keep the stink out of the building.

The 'Silent Highway-Man', Punch, July 1858.

It took time to fix. Joseph Bazalgette designed then built 1,100 miles (1,800 km) of additional street sewers. His plans meant that human waste was no longer dumped on the shores of the Thames. The city also began a co-ordinated waste disposal system that reduced swarms of disease-spreading flies.

However,  the fumes of London’s industry remained and the infamous “pea-soupers” regularly blanketed the city. These only worsened as more motor vehicles clogged the roads.

In December 1952, Londoners faced their second deadly challenge - The Great Smog. This was a visible, poisonous fog that crept into people’s homes through cracks and under doors. Visibility outside was virtually zero. It killed around 4,000 people in five days.

Over the ensuing months, another 8,000 more died from respiratory tract infections, from suffocation by pus arising from those infections, and from hypoxia.

The Great Smog - N T Stobbs, CC BY-SA 2.0

At first, the government denied any connection between the smog and the premature death of thousands of Londoners. They blamed influenza or extreme weather conditions. (Although, in retrospect, we now know that the weather played a part in the smog being so bad). However, the ongoing death toll lead to an investigation which eventually led to the Clean Air Act of 1956.

'We Want Clean Air' protest banner at Paddington, 1956
© Henry Grant Collection/Museum of London

Yet, London still suffers from pollution, which is one reason I decided that New Londinium in Fortitude would be a cleaner city. I wanted my characters to inhabit a world that had solved its pollution problems, one that was constantly striving toward a better future for all its inhabitants. If I ever have a reason to write a sequel, the cities I have in mind will also reflect this brave new world.

I also knew that the world I created couldn’t be perfect - nothing ever is. After all, we are merely human, and by definition imperfect. We are always learning, although not always putting what we learn into practice! We choose what suits us, not what is best. We are still overly reliant on fossil fuels and are slow to develop cheaper alternatives. We need the Parthena Ripleys and Corazon Pagets of our world to take the lead.

Author Question: What are you working on at the moment?

I’ve been catching up on finishing and polishing a few short stories.  Black Hare Press has already accepted one piece for publication in one of their LOCKDOWN Sci-Fi Anthologies.

I’m editing a sci-fi story about an assassin (female) and writing a ghost story inspired by a bus stop I used to see on my way home from dance class. It was a bright yet deserted space in a sea of inky blackness - which in daylight was a stretch of vacant land, overgrown with weeds and shrubs. Even in the day, that place gave me the creeps. I swear there’s a body buried there!

Once these two are finished then it is on to editing the YA novel, “The Witch Who Wasn’t”.

Winged Warriors

Last Saturday was my Mum’s birthday. She would have been 100 years old and eligible to receive a telegram from the Queen. It would have thrilled her had she lived that long. I can never forget my Mum’s birthday as it falls on Anzac Day.

Anzac Day is a national day of remembrance in Australia and New Zealand that originally commemorated those who fought at Gallipoli in 1915. This was a terrible battle which dragged on for months. Many Aussies and Kiwis - and many Turks - died. However, the fighting spirit of the Australian and New Zealand troops lived on long after the battle and created a powerful legacy. So much so that the Turkish people also celebrate Anzac Day with us, and regard those that lost their lives on this land their sons as well.

Nowadays, we commemorate Australians and New Zealanders who served and died in all wars, conflicts, and peacekeeping operations. We also remember the contribution and suffering of all those who have served - and for me, this always includes the animals used in warfare.

Many animals served, suffered, and died alongside soldiers. Horses, donkeys, camels, mules and even elephants were used to transport soldiers, weapons, ammunition and food. Dogs were used to track the enemy and locate injured soldiers. And then there were pigeons.

There are those today only too willing to deride pigeons as "rats of the air". They are seen as dirty, smelly, disease spreading vermin. Yet these amazing birds have been through many wars with us, often being injured by artillery fire or dying from exhaustion after delivering their messages.

Their ability to find their way home is legendary and they have multiple navigational aids to help them. Researchers still argue about which ones are used, and whether some are relevant at all, but basically, this is the list:

  • An internal compass that senses the Earth’s magnetic field
  • An internal compass that uses the position of the Sun.
  • Ultrasonic hearing
  • Ultraviolet vision
  • Ability to create an odour map. (For years, people thought all birds had a poor sense of smell but it turns out they were wrong. Some birds have incredible olfactory abilities.)

You can set a racing pigeon free 965 km (600 miles) from a place they’ve never been before, yet it will find its way home. They fly through uncharted territory and average 97 km (60 miles) an hour. And they won’t stop for food, rest, or water until they arrive at their destination. It was this steadfastness that made carrier pigeons so vital to the war effort.

One famous winged warrior was Cher Ami. British pigeon fanciers donated her to the U.S. Army - although at this stage she had been mistakenly registered as a cock, not a hen. For those who know French, her name means "Dear friend" in the masculine. On October 3, 1918, there were over 550 men trapped behind enemy lines without food or ammunition. The men attempted to get help but the Germans shot all the human and feathered messengers they sent. To make matters worse, the trapped men were being hammered by friendly fire as well as by enemy fire. Finally, they dispatched Cher Ami with a note, written on onion paper, in a canister on her left leg. The note said:

We are along the road parallel to 276.4. Our own artillery is dropping a barrage directly on us. For heaven’s sake, stop it!

As Cher Ami tried to fly back home, the Germans saw her rising out of the brush and opened fire. After several seconds they shot her down, but she bravely took flight again. She arrived back at her loft at division headquarters 40 km (25 miles) to the rear in just 25 minutes, helping to save the lives of the 194 survivors. Her injuries were extensive - shot through the breast, blinded in her left eye, right leg hanging by a tendon.

Cher Ami became a hero for saving the men of the 77th Infantry Division. Army medics worked to save her life but could not save her leg, so they carved a small wooden one for her (which didn’t work, but it’s the thought that counts). When she recovered enough to travel, they put the now one-legged bird on a boat to the United States. However, in 1919, she died from the wounds she had received. In her short life, she delivered 12 important messages during battle and was awarded the Croix de Guerre Medal for heroic service.

A taxidermist hired to mount her body discovered that he was actually she, although some dispute this. Cher Ami will undergo some conservation and testing to determine sex in 2021. (Really, I think a qualified taxidermist has seen enough of bird organs to correctly identify ovaries from testes.)

Cher Ami

There are many stories extolling the bravery of these winged warriors and the many lives they saved (more here and here). I cry reading about their exploits and injuries, and not only because I hate what war does to this wonderful planet of ours. It saddens me that they these animals suffered serving us, even though I am grateful of the role they played. With pigeons though, I am even sadder that their beauty and resilience seems lost on people today. Horses and dogs are adored, pigeons are reviled.

Last November, a Canberra newspaper ran a story about a pigeon who stole poppies from the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. She then made a nest in the Hall of Memory at the Australian War Memorial.

Image: Ian Roach. Published in The Canberra Times, 2019.

I like to think it is Cher Ami come back to live out her life as she should have done, but knowing the legacy she has left. The one thing these winged warriors have taught me is that unlikely heroes are the most engaging and heartbreaking. Something I try to remember in my writing.

Author Question: Does music inspire you to write?

Yes, definitely. For the novel, I’m working on now (The Witch Who Wasn't), I’ve found inspiration in Kate Bush’s “Cloudbusting”,  Stevie Nick's "Crystal" and Talking Head's "And She Was".

The second movement of Philip Glass’ Tirol Concerto was a huge inspiration for Fortitude. The dark and melancholic tone was perfect, and I could always picture magnificent and elegant dirigibles flying in the sky. It especially inspired the doomed love between Nathaniel and Artemis. My heart still aches when I listen to this piece.


The Art of Armchair Travel

With the world in the grip of Covid-19, travel is fast becoming a distant memory for many people. It doesnt affect me at the moment as I’d planned to travel when I retired. By that stage, I hoped to have saved enough to journey to distant lands. Unlike my peers, I’ve rarely had spare cash available for hopping on planes to go overseas. I’ve done some travel within Australia and over to New Zealand, and there was a semi-business trip to Los Angeles, but that’s about it.

There are places I’ve dreamed of visiting for many years. Unfortunately, life has not worked out as I expected in so many ways, and the likelihood of overseas travel, if not dead, is definitely in palliative care.

However, I’m learning the art of armchair travel. Nowadays, there are a multitude of ways one can “travel” from the comfort of one's own home. There have always been books - stories set in far-off places, travel books, autobiographies, and lusciously photographed coffee table books. You can add to this the joy of YouTube - thousands of videos extolling the landscape and culture of just about any country you can visit (and a few you can’t!).

It helps that I’ve always been able to insert myself into books and especially into movies. I’ve “taken part” in more movies than most actors!

Is arm chair the same as real travel? Of course not, but it’s better than nothing. Here are my top three favourites.


Iceland has fascinated me since high school, where I learned about its geology. It lies on the divergent boundary between the Eurasian plate and the North American plate and sits right above a hotspot, the Iceland plume. Magma, and therefore heat, is close to the surface, and this gives Iceland its geothermal phenomena, such as geysers and hot springs.

People used to think I was odd for wanting to go there. Now it’s a popular tourist destination and I know many people who have visited (cries into pillow).

However, its popularity means that it is far easier to find information on Iceland. There are novels now translated into English (I’m fond of Icelandic noir and Ragnar Jónasson is a current favourite), images abound on the internet, and you can watch numerous videos on YouTube e.g. Discover Iceland - A Winter Road Trip , or Iceland - Land of Fire and Ice.

Then there are Icelandic horses. These amazing creatures have five gaits - walk, trot, gallop, tolt (which is like a trot but where the legs move parallel not opposite) and a flying pace (a super fast tolt). This video shows the paces slowed down as well as normal speed. And even standing still, they are shaggy beauties.

Image: Drew Doggett

Simien Mountains in Ethiopia

I first heard about this spectacular place on a travel documentary hosted by Joanna Lumley. The Simien Mountains offers uninterrupted views of endless high peaks including Ethiopia’s highest mountain, Ras Dashen, interspersed with vast, green valleys. You can see fascinating wildlife, including the endemic Gelada Baboons and rare Walia Ibex, and a vast array of unique flowers, trees and plants. Sounds amazing.

It’s not a hugely popular destination but you can still find videos on YouTube, like Hiking in the Simien Mountains, or Ras Dashen - Simien Mountains National Park.

Image: African Budget Safaris

Białowieża Forest, Poland

Białowieża Forest (pronunciation here) is one of the last and largest remaining parts of the immense primeval forest that once stretched across the European Plain. The forest is home to 800 European bison, Europe's heaviest land animal. Primeval forest! How awesome is that!  There are some wonderful documentaries on YouTube - check out Bialowieza primeval forest part 1 and Wild Things - Wildlife in Bialowieza, Poland (English).

Sadly, Poland keeps threatening to log it and so few of the rest of the world even know it exists. Not a great recipe for preservation.

Image: © WWF/LawnikAdam

Other things that were on my list include:

  • Gypsy Caravan Adventure in Ireland
  • What I refer to as my “Ancestral Tour” i.e. visiting the places my forebears lived. This includes London, Wales, Ireland, Cornwall, Normandy, and Frankfurt-am-Main in Germany
  • The Carpathian Mountaines - maybe horse riding in the Calimani National Park, or a four-day trekking tour in Gorgany, the wildest region in the Carpathian Mountains 
  • Timisoara, Romania
  • Horse riding the Camino de Santiago from the Pyrenees (Camino Frances). My knees a shot so walking such a long distance is not really an option.
  • Finistere in Brittany
  • A week in Paris
  • Comic-Con 
  • A white Christmas with real snow

All are possible as an armchair traveller. Well, maybe not a week in Paris, or a white Christmas with real snow, but I can still watch videos about Paris, and opt for Christmas in July in the Snowy Mountains in my home state. Where there’s a will, there’s a way.

Author Question: What’s the best thing about being a writer?

The best thing about being a writer is creating new worlds and characters to populate that world. You can explore so many different scenarios and travel to places no-one else has ever been. You can share a vision of how the world could be - for better or worse. If you're lucky and someone actually reads your work, then moving that person emotionally or helping them think differently is an added bonus.

News Booth - Getting older and getting up

There is still lots of good stuff happening out there amidst the bad but this offering is a more personal News Booth.

The Bad News: Getting older has a lot to answer for

I always thought life would get easier as I got older but I was wrong. Not that it gets any more difficult - at least not yet! However, it seems for everything you learn to accept or overcome, life continues to throw new things to accept or overcome. Ah, well. C’est la vie!

There are some days when I really do not want to get out of bed but I do and here is why...

The Good News: 6 things that make getting up worthwhile no matter your age...

1. Coffee

I love my morning coffee. I am NOT a morning person, although my cats and day job insist I must be. Coffee is heaven in a mug. The flavour, the aroma… mmm. A mug of Oxfam Fair South American blend sets me up for the day.

2. Animals

All kinds, vertebrate and invertebrate. They are what make this world beautiful, magical, terrifying, and wondrous. Puny humans, pfft! (Yes, I know we’re destroying the world but this is supposed to be the good news.)

3. Trees

Well, all vegetation really, but there is nothing like a canopy of trees holding you in its leafy embrace to make you feel you belong to the earth. And hugging trees... that’s good as well.

4. Petrichor

Petrichor is the pleasant, earthy scent produced when rain falls on dry ground. Australian scientists Isabel Bear and Richard Thomas identified and named a yellowish oil trapped in rocks and soil which moisture releases. This oil is responsible for the wonderful smell. The word itself comes from the Greek petra, meaning “stone”, and īchōr, the ethereal fluid that takes the place of blood in gods and immortals.

5. People who love me

I don’t have many of these but I value the ones I have - too much to add their photos. So here’s a picture of some kids on an adventure instead.

6. Hope

Without it, life is not worth living. When I cannot find it in myself, I can often find it in a glorious sunrise, a starry night, a cat’s purr, or a Photoshopped image combining the three (you have to imagine the cat's purr).

What gets you up and into the day?



I recently did short interview about writing for the Studio 2166 Creatives Meetup at our local library. The video also is to help promote Fairfield City Creative Writers group which meets for the first time on 14 March.

Interview for Studio 2166

Author Question: What are you currently working on?

I'm currently working on a YA fantasy novel, tentatively titled "The Witch Who Wasn't".  It's about a young witch whose parents disappeared when she was a toddler, and who a famous wizard once called "The Witch Who Wasn't". Needless to say, she has a long journey to discover herself and her place in the world.

I've just completed the first draft, so it will be another few months before I have a version I can shop around to agents and publishers, then probably another 2-4 of years before it is published. Such is the life of a writer.

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