No, really. Madness. Oliver-the-brave, who terrorizes wild turkey and deer, cringed on the front porch beside me. Something out there was scaring him in the dark.

The moon was coming up through the trees. The setting was perfect.
The neighbour's dogs were howling at the wolves.
How creepy is this?
Soon, the moon was a little above the tree line.I was frackin' freezing. My baby fingers were starting to freeze, and no, I didn't remember gloves.
I had the tripod, the flashlight (to better see the camera settings), and the videocam.
Which was useless. I was so cold I was shaking!
I thought I'd get the sound of the wolves. The traffic was pretty heavy, fast and loud. No video success at all.
Instead, photos caught, we came indoors, checked out a pretty cold, tired little cat, who had been out in the sun all afternoon huntin', and watched a Midsomer Murder mystery!Why is the cat so tired, we might ask.
The little cat caught the dang chipmunk, but evidently he now ascribes to the catch and release program. He caught it, let it run away and caught it again.
I threw on coat and boots, and ran like a madwoman, while Oliver stared at me.
Said chippie is safe dreaming dreams of nuts and berries. At least tonight.








