The cranky infection has spread. Camille stopped by in the afternoon and said that Frick and Frack had been spitting gobs at each other and poor Shadow all day. Eeuw!
I had to leave Frank's "jungle" as he'd gotten bored scaring his sister. Coming closer to his lair, I'd wrap my hand around a clump of weeds and he'd attack my fingers. Not willing to enter into a game for which I had no defense, I called it quits for the day.
The Children of the Night (coyotes) sang and yipped on the hill across the road under a nearly full moon last night, and the owls were still hunting in the dark this morning. I love the songs the mountain sings, music without words.