Last night David and I had just settled into bed when we heard a strange noise.
"What's that?", he whispered.
We listened some more. The noise came again. And again. The unfamiliar, disyllabic sound came at regular intervals of 20 second or so.
Despite living in the middle of nowhere on the top of a mountain surrounded by beautiful nature and wildlife, I asked " is that animal or electrical". Can it be true that the only sounds that register with me now come from some thing's battery dying?
David didn't embarrass me with an answer...or he was wondering the same thing.
Then the call, as I had come to understand it was, started getting fainter as its source began retreating from on our house.
"Animal." I announced. Being as intimate as I am with my electronic
"What do you think that WAS? I have never heard an animal sound like that?" I chattered on to a mostly sleeping David.
And here's the clincher..."how can we google a sound?"
I think today I'll step away from my laptop (she says as she's blogging with her first cup of coffee of the day), take a long walk, and look for tracks.
Tracks should be easier to google.