Fir0002/Flagstaffotos
Morning: 8 am~
Silence- over cast sky, heavy air pressure but most of all, the silence it’s settled in like a thick blanket.
A couple of Blue Jays screamed and whistled at me this morning. I wouldn’t have thought twice about the silence if it had been cold, which is not the case; the temperature is around sixty degrees.
I felt something move around me, Mother Nature is waiting for something to happen. Every living creature has to have a migraine from this air pressure.
Somewhere around 12:00pm~
The ground is holding in the vibrations from the train nearly two miles away. When the air is this still sounds drift around the trees, and illusion can echo eerily in the darkness and fog. In the middle of the day it just feels odd.
Around 1pm~
I stood out on the deck and sneezed five times, painfully irritating. I looked up as the sun peeked out behind the grey clouds. Blue sky slipped into view along the horizon.
My sneezing disturbed a Blue Jay. He flew out of the old apple tree into a miniature crab apple tree, closer to the deck and to me, then screamed his anger.
About 5pm~
I just remembered to take Uriah for his last walk around the back. It is almost too late. I decided he needs the exercise, and so do I.
It’s nearly dark; that point where the lighter objects glow and the darkness is shadowed in a mist. Above me the clouds in the western sky fanned out towards the east. Pieces of yellow sunset and blue sky shine through the clouds along the horizon.
A heavy musky smell wafts past me. I whistle for Uriah. He is panting as he trots to keep up. We hit the lowest part of the path. I can’t see the mud so I hold tight to my walking stick and slip on towards home.
Suddenly Uriah starts to growl, a low muffled sound that comes from deep in his throat. He pushes past me. Then stops directly in front of me, and starts scraping the ground with his back paws and takes a stance of ownership and protection.
“Good, dog, Uriah!” My voice is loud in the darkness, he turns towards me, sneezes then growls back at the trees and tall grass. I wondered if his sneezing is a warning that a skunk is hiding in the grass? I wasn’t going to stick my nose anywhere near a skunk. Hmm, It could be a raccoon another reason to walk faster.
I moved past Uriah, and called him to follow. We are moving rapidly towards home I could barely see the ground.
Fifty feet or so away from the path, Uriah turns back and barks, scraps his back feet kicking up dirt and grass. His hackles are still raised, as we hurry towards the house.
Raccoons are dangerous for both of us. A few years ago, when I had three dogs I was attacked by a forty pound raccoon. My dogs saved my life.