A date night with Kuma d.o.g. this evening included a trip to the local Walmart where a shopping cart was filled with bird seed, suet, corn and squirrel food for our neglected friends in the woods.
A stop at the Wilson Run grocery en route for the coldest beverages in the state and a handful of SlimJims made both of us happy as we arrived at our sanctuary for some much needed peace and relaxation.
Inside, finding the cabin guest book out of place with new entries reminded me that our youngest son had unfettered access and could come and go as he pleased with new converts to cabin time.
After filling the feeders and taking our places on the porch, we witnessed nature's transition from day to night on this Spring evening. Chirping birds above were silenced by sounds of tree frogs and a symphony of bull frogs in the distant pond.
Hearing numerous whip-poor-wills in the surrounding forest brought it all home again; just like 1965. What a joy to hear them sing!
As I struggle to write under the solar porch lights a hoot owl injects an opinion of the upcoming darkness.
How I love being here once again and hearing these sounds.
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