Monday, July 16, 2007

Small night thoughts

Outside, right now, the air has quite a wet metallic tang. The electric storm passed over, throwing down some rain, rumbling and grumbling a bit, threatening but nothing serious after all.

My hens have gone to roost. They perch in a line crooning night sounds. Overhead a raven flies out from Badnage Wood and somewhere above the Dingle croaks out his night song too.

Over on the little field a huge cow, silhouetted against the eastern skyline, flicks her tongue from her mouth and brusquely licks a small black calf, which in its turn pushes into her flank in search of warm warm milk. An old ewe's bawling for a misplaced lamb a couple of fields away. It's a sound to break your heart.

A first bat flutters and the kitchen lights look welcoming indeed.

4 comments:

mutterings and meanderings said...

It must be wonderful to sit and listen from atop a mountain. You do evocative very well...

snailbeachshepherdess said...

Yes I agree with that...very evocative.

Now talking about evocative...your mine trip...have left a messageon our new messaging thingy for you...have you found it?

tim relf said...

A sound to break your heart, indeed. Very well put.
The sound that always makes me feel strangely melancholy is the sudden and complete silence when you switch the tractor engine off after it's been running all day!

snailbeachshepherdess said...

well the new messager thingy failed ...and guess what the E mai was returned...no such address...shall I just go out in the field and shout?