I'm still getting used to the silence of the country. No sirens or car horns. No ambient noise from the nearby highway. Thanks to our increased acreage we can't even eavesdrop on our neighbors barbecues. It's quite peaceful. What we do have are the sounds of nature in abundance. Croaking frogs, chirping birds and blood curdling cries from things being eaten alive. Ah the serenity of the country.
At about 1 a.m. last night I was in bed snug as a bug when I heard rustling and shrieking coming from the woods behind our house. It didn't sound human (thank God). I'm a city guy and I've never hunted anything in my life so I can't really identify what it was but I do know that some unfortunate beast was being ripped to shreds by something a little higher up on the food chain. It sounded like something taking a deer down. Maybe a wolf? I don't know...a cheetah? By the way, do deer shriek when their life flashes before their big vacant eyes? Maybe it was something else meeting it's maker. Any giant pandas in Connecticut? I have a lot of questions but no answers and I'm not about to go poking around in the woods looking for the scene of the attack. I've never even watched CSI so I'm useless there as well.
I might have to put on the ambient noise radio thing in the bedroom tonight to drown out the carnage. Sweet dreams for me.
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