Last weekend, while together with LM, we found ourselves unable to sleep. It was just the kind of night we love, cool enough for the down comforter, yet nice enough to have the windows open. Everything seemed conducive to a good night's restful sleep, yet we lay there wide awake, quietly musing, thinking the other asleep. I heard the hoots and wondered, "do I ask if he heard them, too?" We do love hearing nature's symphony, and pondering what creature is bringing us the music. The next set of soft hoots brought "Are you hearing that"....oh yes, and soon we were guessing who could this be bringing us this lovely distraction? We gathered our covers, and found our perfectly comfy spot, as close as we could be, and listened intently, the meditational focus, bringing us into a deep and beautiful sleep.
After a lovely breakfast the next morning, out came the bird book, and the mystery was solved...meet the savior of our night: