i couldn’t sleep. too much coffee. too many cerebral vectors.
instead, i listened as the wind rocked my wind generator. pulses from the arctic. winter sending out a feeler to see if it’s okay to come home.
then, the landscape went limp. like a switch had been flipped.
0100 and i was setting up my nets. at 0105, i was extracting a hy swet.
“silly owler”, my voice of reason said. “he’ll never learn.”
but much to my chagrin, there wasn’t an explosion of birds. there were 6 over the next 2 hours, at which time sleeplessness lost its foothold.
tonight now. that’ll be a challenge.