Woody Cavenaugh

Some nights are better than others, some are restful, some are just plain bad, and just occasionally they are fundamentally weird. Last night the Weird-O-Meter was getting a reading. The corgi was restless. It may have been the fact that for the past three nights the weather was nice enough that we had opened up all the windows to let some fresh air in. However, he was good the previous two nights, even when we weren't.

At any rate, at 2am I had to get up to let him out, and about every thirty minutes I had to go back to try to get him back in. He would stand near the door and bark when I would go to the door to let him in, he'd charge out into the yard barking more, like my presence gave him courage to go forth. It was about 4:30 when he finally gave up the hunt and came back into the house.

5am he got quiet...real quiet... But something else wasn't being quiet. It woke me up with a start and I layed there listening to it for a while wishing Sara was awake to hear it too. Soon enough she awoke with a start and grabbed me. I responded in a whisper, "Yes, I hear it too." The dog normally busy, wouldn't even draw an audible breath.

What did we hear moving low in the sky from South to North? I have no earthly idea. It defies ready explanation, but since I don't have a recording to share with you, I'll have to do my best to use my words. Take an large owl, make him laugh uproariously at something, then add several somethings laughing shrilly at his joke. Their laughter moved together, like children on a playground chasing a ball. Except the "children' were up in the air, and demonic.

I don't know what we heard, but I hope to find out. Perhaps with a tape recorder. I'd say video camera, but I'm not 100% sure I am ready to see what made that infernal racket. At any rate, Its something I've never heard before.