I tinkered outside for about 45 minutes before dark this evening. I got three blocks seated as supports for my mill frame, but didn’t get the fourth corner done. Oh well, something to do another day, I guess. By that time, I knew the Mighty Dachshund would need to drain, so I went inside and leashed her up and brought her out, along with my flashlight. I let her pee in our graveled driveway, but took her to the north edge of the lawn to dump, and it was too dark to step there without a flashlight. She didn’t need to do anything, though, and just stood there and sniffed the slight breeze.
Returning to the porch, I took my seat in the swing and made her lie on the welcome mat, since it would be warmer than the concrete. At this point, I can still see through the woods and watch headlights coming on the highway, the lights from the neighbor’s house about a quarter mile away, and even the lights from the airport, about five miles away on another hilltop. In another two or three weeks, I suspect that ability will be gone for several months, as the trees leaf out and block my view. As it is, I can see headlights drop into the saddleback out the ridge and disappear for a few seconds before reappearing on this side and continuing past our home. Even the pooch notices when one car doesn’t reappear, meaning that it turned into the housing development which has an access road entering the country road in the saddleback (“low-gap” in country parlance).
Gradually, I see an airplane’s lights coming from the direction of the airport. The pooch sees them, too, and watches them with interest. Eventually, it gets in hearing distance and it becomes obvious to me that it’s a small single engine plane. The pooch continues to watch as it passes fairly near the house and then onward in a southwest direction.
A couple farms over, two coyotes can be heard, the first I’ve heard here for two years. I hope the farmer gets them before they raise more. The Mighty Dachshund would get nervous if the sound was closer, but she seems to feel safe at the obvious distance. They soon grow silent, but only a few minutes later, a bass-voiced hound on the farm on the other side of us starts complaining about trespassers and my little dog seems concerned.