It was about 12:30AM when I took the Mighty Dachshund out for her last drain before bed. The moon was out and made it easy to see our hay field, er….lawn. We took our spots on the porch. At 44F, the wooden swing felt almost cold on my bare back. There wasn’t the slightest hint of breeze, though, so I remained comfortable. The possum had already eaten what I put out just at dark.
“Whip-Will” was in the woods about 75 yards away, while a normal whippoorwill was singing somewhere farther down the ridge. I’ve almost come to the conclusion that there’s a whippoorwill around here with a speech impediment, as it sticks with its song, unlike a mockingbird, which also sings at night when the spirit moves it. I’ve never heard another whippoorwill singing anywhere near Whip-Will, making me think he/she lives a sad and lonely existence. Low and behold, what do I suddenly hear? ANOTHER “whip-will” out near the road! Is it the mockingbird or has one bird’s song corrupted that of another? I don’t know, but the second singer eventually stops.
I hear the missus using her chariot (rolling walker) in the house as she moans and groans about her pains. She always says that she doesn’t like to complain, but she carries on like no-one that I’ve ever seen. I know that she really IS in severe pain, though, as she finally took some pain-killer, which she NEVER does. Pray for her if you will. It’s not her now-missing teeth that are causing her problems, but her right hip and leg again.
Well, I’d better hit the hay. If you’re still up, maybe you should, too! - LOL Copyright 2019