Insects circle the pavilion lights...

Early Sunday morning and the pack stalked the park.

No deer, no fox, no park cat...no early morning fishermen...so bird songs...all was still and quiet in the pre-dawn cool. We walked and watched the day dawning. Two roosters crowed a good morning, but still no wildlife appeared save moths and other flutterers around the lights of the park pavilion. Mid-walk, mid-park a morning bird began to sing.

We refused, refused to return home with no reward beyond the vision of insects at a florescent light and one bird song...so we walked the dirt road in hopes of finding something in the meadows. And we did. All along the road the dogs alerted to  noises in the woods. They were impatient to investigate, but we somehow held them back. 

Two deer were grazing in the far meadows (the others never left the cover of the woods). The pack was satisfied.

Up the hill four cats waited for feeding. Newspapers rested on lawns. The sky brightened...and soon we were home.


What we count on a Sunday morning:

7 cars
4 cats waiting to be fed
2 roosters crow
One bird bursts into song
Haw, haw, haw - one crow at the top of the hill