Midnight Friday - I took the Mighty Dachshund out to dump and drain before I went to bed. After she did her thing, we took our spots on the porch. There was a little fog--not surprising since it had rained a large part of the day and evening. Little sound could be heard from traffic on the distant four-lane. A couple tree frogs sang on the neighbor’s place and a few crickets called nearby. One or two dogs barked so far away that I could barely hear them. A whippoorwill was barely audible somewhere in my woods. One noisy car went by on the county road (probably a young person from the way he/she drove); otherwise, things were pretty quiet.
4AM - It was VERY foggy that time. The fog was so thoroughly soaking the trees that the resulting drips from the leaves made it sound like we were having a light rain, though we weren’t. The tree frogs and crickets were the only audible signs of life-- no dogs, no cars, not even any owls or whippoorwills. No truck traffic was to be heard from the four-lane. I suppose every trucker who could be was home in his own bed. The rest were sleeping in their trucks or some motel.
With the pine trees out front in full needle (2 years worth) and the oaks leafed out, little light from the security light by the road was making it into the yard. Still, it lit up the road area enough that anything passing through the yard would be well silhouetted against the brightness. I watch the deer there at night and can judge their size fairly well, plus can usually even see the spikes of the small bucks.
10AM - There was very little fog by then. The sun tried to peek through the clouds and was burning off what little haze was left. The birds were singing happily in the woods and the crows were carrying on at the neighbor’s place across the road. My poor pooch can’t really see anything, but she scented the breeze for all she was worth. One neighbor’s rooster was busy reminding his ladies that he was on scene and available.
After a few minutes, a young doe came out of the woods and headed toward the center of the lawn, bleating ever so quietly. A minute later, she returned to the shade of the big white oak with her fawn in tow. It soon decided that it time for a late breakfast or early lunch and fed eagerly. After a few more minutes, I looked down to clean my glasses and, when I looked up, the doe and her charge had disappeared into the woods. Taking a cue from her, the pooch and I went back inside to escape the growing heat. Copyrighted 6/12/2021