You can Hear Spring Coming. And That's Not All.

Sue Ion photo

Coming back from late chores at the stable last night, at eleven p.m., Taffy and I came to a full stop in the Parking Lot.  What stopped us what the local Wolf Pack firing up on the hill. 

There were, to judge by the voices, a lot of them.  Quite close. In the back fields where we hosted the Paintball Biathlon and where the horses school over cross country fences. 

Mike Baum photo

On the hills to the north, a Barred Owl chimed in to join the chorus.

I ran inside, grabbed the camera and ran back out. Yes, they were still howling, although some of the big hitters, the long drawn out howls, were more spaced apart.

Why the camera?  Well...  it records video. And video, oh dearly beloved, records sound.

So the picture is nothing to write home about -- a light pole in the parking lot. Wow.  But if you close your eyes, and just listen, you can hear the distant wolves. And the owl.  And, near the end, Taffy adds a woof or two, not pleased at being left behind in the house while I went back out.

So we offer this, a little night music from the Lake of Bays.