Close Meditations of a Visual Kind

Though this time, I do know what woke me. The Border Collie Bros barking up a storm. When I went out to check on things, Squrrel (the usual instigator) quieted down. Cows, chickens, goats, and hogs all calm, cool, collected. No noises in the underbrush nearby, no sounds of invader canine or canid.

But in the copse of trees to the south, straddling the property line between our place and our neighbors, billions and billions of tiny tree frogs sang the Hyla Cinerea Hallelulia Chorus that today's rain made reproduction possible.

( State of the Renovations )

The rain, while making tree frogs happy, is less than endearing to the Four Kittens of the Apocalyps (now a year old), their older brother Ras Mew Son, nor Queen Mary Kitty. Alas, such is the feline life.

I really should try to get back to sleep. This morning is (hopefully) the shoot with marjai  and daughter, hopefully both with satyr costumes ready to go. I fully expect chaosloki to stay home and avoid the shoot. *G*