I've always disliked the title of this blog but I don't plan on changing it. I thought my old blog, Lone Star Concerto, had an appropriate title for Texas and I liked it. When I moved to Tennessee I couldn't come up with a suitable title for my new blog, so I simply changed one word - star to wolf.
I suppose the title is fairly apt. I am somewhat of a lone wolf - - living alone in the wilderness, surrounded by the great symphonic sounds of nature. Howling at the moon. I'm definitely a loner.
Unfortunately, the American news media has turned "loner" into a dirty word. Whenever a horrendous crime occurs - serial killer, child molester, deranged gunman - they immediately announce that the perpetrator was a "LONER".
I suppose the underlying indication is that there are no criminal elements among gregarious party animals.
What the hell is the exact description of a loner, anyway?
Member of the John Gacy Fan Club
Manufactures pipe bombs in the basement
Wears a T-shirt with the inscription:
Necrophilia
a zombies worst nightmare
a zombies worst nightmare
Okay, it wasn't funny.
I used to be out-going, friendly, adventurous. My life was filled with excitement, romance, and intrigue. Now - in my declining years - I've become a pessimistic introvert. Hermitized, reclusive, misanthropic. I prefer my own company because I'm the most interesting person I know.
Wow, Jon - you're a regular Little Miss Sunshine. I'll bet your dour attitude could sink the Good Ship Lollipop.
Hey, you caught me on a good day. Don't ever come around when I'm in a bad mood.
A change of subject is in order,
but I'll maintain the recurring howling theme.
Lots of coyotes last night, roaming in wild packs. The first ones came soon after dark and seemingly surrounded the house. My three cats quickly dispersed and went into hiding. The cowards abandoned their posts, leaving me to fend for myself.
I went outside on the back porch. It was very dark and I only got a glimpse of them near the woods. Their howls are fierce, blood-curdling, eerie. Intimidating enough to make me go back inside. Very often their screams sound human.
I'm not nearly as intimidated by them as I was when I first moved here. I actually like the raw wildness of their intrusion. When they are farther away, in the hollow depths of the forest, their howls echo and reverberate.
Coyotes sound similar to wolves, and yet there is a distinct unrestrained savageness about them. Perhaps they sound more like wild dogs.
Late at night I often hear the nearly-demonic sound of birds screeching and screaming. Owls?
The neighboring cows moo a lot, in organized unison. Sometimes at night. More often during the day. I like to hear them. Far away, across the meadows, roosters start crowing long before dawn.
What the heck is this, Jon - Old MacDonald's farm?
I'm just trying to verbally convey the rural setting of where I live to my readers. This will enable them to be mentally transported to my environment, and to vicariously experience all the wonders of nature that surround me.
Or, it will bore them beyond redemption and put them to sleep.
My Photo Blog:
http://cabinetofcurioustreasures.blogspot.com
I used to be out-going, friendly, adventurous. My life was filled with excitement, romance, and intrigue. Now - in my declining years - I've become a pessimistic introvert. Hermitized, reclusive, misanthropic. I prefer my own company because I'm the most interesting person I know.
Wow, Jon - you're a regular Little Miss Sunshine. I'll bet your dour attitude could sink the Good Ship Lollipop.
Hey, you caught me on a good day. Don't ever come around when I'm in a bad mood.
A change of subject is in order,
but I'll maintain the recurring howling theme.
Coyotes!
Lots of coyotes last night, roaming in wild packs. The first ones came soon after dark and seemingly surrounded the house. My three cats quickly dispersed and went into hiding. The cowards abandoned their posts, leaving me to fend for myself.
I went outside on the back porch. It was very dark and I only got a glimpse of them near the woods. Their howls are fierce, blood-curdling, eerie. Intimidating enough to make me go back inside. Very often their screams sound human.
I'm not nearly as intimidated by them as I was when I first moved here. I actually like the raw wildness of their intrusion. When they are farther away, in the hollow depths of the forest, their howls echo and reverberate.
Coyotes sound similar to wolves, and yet there is a distinct unrestrained savageness about them. Perhaps they sound more like wild dogs.
Late at night I often hear the nearly-demonic sound of birds screeching and screaming. Owls?
The neighboring cows moo a lot, in organized unison. Sometimes at night. More often during the day. I like to hear them. Far away, across the meadows, roosters start crowing long before dawn.
What the heck is this, Jon - Old MacDonald's farm?
I'm just trying to verbally convey the rural setting of where I live to my readers. This will enable them to be mentally transported to my environment, and to vicariously experience all the wonders of nature that surround me.
Or, it will bore them beyond redemption and put them to sleep.
My Photo Blog:
http://cabinetofcurioustreasures.blogspot.com
