Something's in the Shed...

Late last night, while dumping some coffee grounds onto Chuck, I heard a strange sound in the shed. Something that sounded almost human. I could almost make out the (nonsense) words. A few years ago, this would've been perfectly explainable, as my sly, cunning cousin and her two reform school dropouts were overwintering with me, and constantly playing tricks. But March, Terra, and Flora hightailed it to Texas after Chuck was struck by lightning. Now it's only me. And Chuck. Anyway, I ran back inside the trailer, grabbed my cam, and filmed this: Didn't actually see the animal, but I'm pretty sure it's a fox. The "pow" gives it away.

Cricket Queries

I have "Lopstick" as a Google alert in case anyone else online can clue me in about the bizarre hamlet in which my trailer is parked. And finally, this popped up. I have no idea how this doctor saw lions, tigers, jackals, hyenas, elephants, and giraffes roaming around in Lopstick. Unless the doctor mistook some of the mutated wildlife... Then again, I rarely venture outside my trailer park. The swamp gas is pervasive and persistent. Funny there's no mention of crickets in the article. The crickets in Lopstick year-round at night are so loud that I have to use a white noise machine to sleep. But maybe the doctor thought best to rent a room in Pittsburgh for nocturnal unconsciousness...

Take and Give

In the dead of winter, I make sure the woodland creatures in the forest behind my trailer are fed and watered. After all, their homes were where my trailer now sits. They were here first. I reckon the bears and deer are robust enough to forage for themselves. But the squirrels, chipmunks, and birds could use a little compassion. The national bird of America gets a bad rap; but I'd much rather drink Wild Turkey than eat it. And I did drink it, once. Never again.

After the Snow

A slight thaw today in Lopstick with a high of 40° F, so I ventured outside the trailer to take pictures of the big snow (so far) of 2018: The snow mounds were sprinkled with pine needles. This is normal in Lopstick. They rain down year-round. This weekend should see a high in the low 50s, and hopefully the lanes will be walkable again. I do get cabin fever when I'm snowbound, but I have to make do with folk remedies, because my usual pathways have iced over. But the woodland creatures seem to get by. Most of them... And some no doubt make their way into enclosed spaces and hibernate until springtime... then escape before I fire up the grill again...

Return of the Wisps

At the turn of the year, the will-o'-the-wisps returned to my trailer for a few minutes. While in the bathroom, I heard a loud bang, and at first thought it was the pipes. But then I turned around and looked at the window. I ran to get my cam and got this: ...which was indistinct because I shot the video through frosted glass. Then I heard another loud bang. The noise was definitely coming from outside the trailer. By the time I put on my boots and coat and ran outside, the will-o'-the-wisps had sunk under the snow: This may be the first recorded instance of wisps actually burrowing. Last month the northern wind plunged Lopstick into the negative numbers (Fahrenheit, as we're just south of t

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