The irony of the title is not lost on me. Electric Light Orchestra (the song Evil Woman comes to mind) was an odd influence on my youth but that is another story. This story is about my nightly orchestra. I’ve chronicled the bears “hallooing” across the valley. The occasional coyote song-fest is not rare and there are always the crickets and peeper toads.
We have had our share of caterwauling the past few nights here on the back side of the mountain. I think it started on Friday night with the yowling under my bedroom window at 3am. I was in good hands (paws) as Chuck and Thelma where visiting and three dogs sounded the alarm. Lights flared as I traipsed behind them through the house, stumbling into furniture and stubbing toes. I tried to call out invitingly to Skeedles to perhaps come inside and quit the concert.
Needless to say, no cat would risk three highly energised dogs for the promised calm of the inside. This serenade to the waxing moon was repeated the other night. Alice and I deftly hit the lights and cajoled to the crickets and night creatures.
Caterwauling 2, Martha’s beauty sleep 0.
This morning as we trucked up the road for our walk at the ‘forced march’ gait of Chairwoman Mao the Chinese Shar Pei torture queen, we were overtaken by our neighbor in her car. She pulled aside to catch up because, though we can occasionally see each other’s house between the trees in the dead of Winter, we rarely are on the same schedule. I inquired about the health of her household of 4-legged creatures. Two cats have been declared “gone.” I suspected one, as she had emailed me recently asking if I would check my garage for her calico lady. Both were old and with winter approaching, we shared wishes for a quick and painless end. Circle of life here in the country.
As I walked on, I thought of the orchestra lately and wondered if it hadn’t been a remembrance service performed for those lost. Why should grieving be reserved for us humans.?