QUIET NIGHT

It's a damp, chilly night with intermittent rain and sporadic, unenthusiastic snow flurries. Not nearly as frigid as the last few nights were, so I don't have to worry about the water pipes freezing.

It's also an unusually quiet night. No coyotes, no owls, no annoying animals scurrying across my roof....... but they will inevitably show up - just after I crawl into bed and snuggle comfortably under the covers. They wait patiently until they're sure I'm nearly asleep.

Then I jump out of bed, run outside, and bang on the roof with a rake or mop or whatever the hell is handy.
That discourages them from scurrying........
......until I go inside and get back in bed. Then the scurrying begins again.

It's an unwholesome nightly ritual.

Anyone who's in favor of gun control should live out here in the boonies and be subjected to overhead scurrying every night when they're in bed.
Trust me - you'll be loading your Remington 870 and aiming to kill. 

Well, that statement probably inspired some people to scratch me off their reading list.

Relax. I'm (basically) a pacifist. I don't like bloodshed of any kind. But not every animal in the wilderness is Bambi.
And if I ever catch any human (or half-human) invading my property and threatening me with bodily harm, I won't hesitate to blow their sorry ass off.

I look deceptively sweet and innocent, but I'm armed and occasionally dangerous.

Yesterday afternoon there was a fair amount of gunfire nearby. Probably hunters. I was outside taking a few pictures, when the shots inspired me to go back in.

Here are some of the photos:
(nothing spectacular)

I love these tall trees and often photograph them simply because they're right near the back porch. That's the afternoon sun in the western sky.

I'm extremely tired tonight and think I'll go to bed early. It's presently only 1:30 a.m.

That's early for this hardcore night owl.