By The Light of the Silvery Moon
We arrived home the other night to a beautiful absolutely clear night. It was the kind of night where babies are conceived, photos are taken, and christmas cards are inspired. The moon was full and high in the sky. It was a night for reading outdoors by moonlight.
As I stood there in silent awe taking in the absolute beauty of the night. Eventually I found my voice and said to Sara, "What a beautiful perfect night".
*BLAM* *BLAM* *BLAM BLAM*
*BLAM*
"Yep, hunters must think so too."
The perfect moment ruined, we headed for cover and turned on our outside lights. Maybe if they saw the lights they wouldn't shoot his way. I don't know if our porch light changed their direction of fire or not, but the shooting continued until nealry eleven O'clock.
