I’ve recently returned from being out on a journey with 13 of my dogs. We left in March. I like being isolated and alone with my dogs. It intensifies the closeness.
|Camped after a day's travel.|
I was less ecstatic tent-bound for two days sitting out a storm with winds beyond hurricane force (gusts hit 90 miles an hour). Generally, people struck by hurricanes evacuate their brick and mortar homes.
|The morning after a two-day siege.|
What did raise eyebrows happened on one warmer evening while we were camped. There was utter silence. Until we saw a fly. It passed close by me first and its wing beats were deafening. The fly flew on to cause a kerfuffle amongst my dogs. We don't see many flies, making this one a noteworthy wildlife sighting.
|Resting on the way home.|