There is a wonderful beauty to the country really, really, late at night. The only light is from the stars above — sometimes the moon — but tonight we have the Perseid Meteor Shower with a New Moon & the stars are everywhere. I sit in a gorgeous spot surrounded by towering cedars that give me a gently-ruffle-edged circle to gaze at.
But there is a black bear about tonight too — a neighbour saw it at her plum tree. Earlier, a few dogs were going crazy in the area — Princess was very nervous, making Daisy nervous. Now just Daisy & I sit in the dark, my laptop the only light except for two candle lanterns I’ve lit. We heard a small animal die — something larger in the woods, around the creek, making it squeal, . . ., until it grew softer, & then no more.
The hair on Daisy’s neck bristles. I make some noise. Will light attract or deter it? Can it tell that those little ones are fires? More tromping through the woods & down the creek. Silence. A stick breaks. Silence. Where is the sounds coming from? Beside–to the right? Down & away? Or up & closer? There is no way to see into the deepness of the dark night.
Daisy snores now — she’s at ease. But I hear another branch break on the left — no, now, straight ahead. Silence. I think I’ll seek the safety of the trailer & let the night carry on as it will.