Spring Bee Hiving Moon
The sun is as high in the sky now as it is at Labor Day. That means warmth is coming. Today we’re supposed to hit 70. Then, maybe get some snow on Sunday. Back and forth. With the sun high, the snow from winter will be gone by then, except for those heroic dirty mountains that rose up in large parking lots. I remember a few years back when they hung on until well into May.
The dogs heard something this morning around 2:30. And set to howling and barking to get at it. Kate finally got up and let them out. She later heard a high pitched scream and a while after that the dogs retching. Whatever it was, they caught it. She also said the owl was in fact hooting last night. It was, however, quiet when I wrote the post below this one.
Not often these days, but on occasion, we get reminded that these gentle loving creatures remain red in tooth and claw. Underneath that indoor sweetness lie genes borne of wolves, most often not aroused, but last night. The wolf came out.
