Last night, coming home from putting the horses and chickens to bed, I was serenaded by the local wolf pack.
They have not been around much this spring -- the pack moves around its territory, and during the late winter and spring, that took them away from here.
I'm overjoyed that they are back in earshot. There is something magical about wild wolves howling, and each summer I take guests out after dark to listen for owls, howl for the wolves, and scope out the stars. That's a popular program -- recently, we offered an evening of Owls, Howls and Stars that Shine as an auction item for the local library in Baysville, and it was hotly contested, selling for $150.00. I've got my fingers crossed that the Barred Owls currently happily Whooo-ing on the northern hills, and the pack of wolves joyously singing on the eastern hill all hang around for the summer!
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