Monday, September 3, 2012

Mouse Breath

The full moon has had more than the coyotes out hunting.  Last night at bedtime I went to the door to call the cats in, and there was Frank in the walkway, crunching and munching on something that I didn't want to see close up.  Pearl did not answer my call, busy on a hunt of her own, so I simply closed the door.  Frank sleeps on the bed with Bessie and me and there are just some things I'd rather not do - smelling mouse breath on a snoring cat is one of them.

Valentine is a full-size donkey who lives to the north of me and has as long as I've been here.  Shadow is a miniature donkey who recently moved in toward the south.  They are both very vocal animals, waking early and greeting the day like the roosters.  They call back and forth over the hill, and sometimes sing in unison.  Between the donkeys and the crowing cocks, there is no need for an alarm clock up here.  Since I'm up before dawn, it's nice to know I'm not alone.

Frank and Pearl came in a bit ago, very pleased with themselves.  They'll undoubtedly sleep all day, but not with me.

1 comment:

Kathryn said...

If this is not a Dr. Dolittle blog, I don't know what is! I live in an over 55 park and I can hear NO sounds of nature at this very moment. I do envy the nature reserve in which you reside.