Catchy title, ehe?
The other night I woke up in the dark, peacefully lying in bed feeling very relaxed and tranquil.
The window was open and the air was washing over me with just enough crisp coolness to keep it refreshing.
It felt wonderful to just lay there wrapped up in my own thoughts, free from the demands of the day.
Then I heard a sudden wild braying not very far away. It continued on and on and on, frantic and insistant.
I wondered what in the world could be going on to make a donkey bray so.
(They aren’t friendly to people generally, but they aren’t afraid of us either. They see too many tourists who stupidly feed them candy, popcorn and other foods to make them sick, but which they obviously enjoy eating. 🙂
And then it occured to me. The donkey was probably worried about coyote’s. It or it’s heard was being hunted most likely.
The braying stopped, and I was about to dismiss it, when the howling started. Sure enough, it was coyote’s.
A chill ran up my spine.
I had never heard anything like that incident in real life before. I’ve never heard a hunt. (Never been hunting either.) It’s different than watching it on TV. It’s more near, real, and threatening.
And I especially never expected to hear something of the sort while living in a house in a well populated town (around 60,000 now).
It just occured to me that the pioneers most likely experienced that often….
And though I am well aware of the nature of Nature, it was a very vivid reminder that nature is not all soft and cuddly with the animals living peacefully together as many city dwellers assume.
But at any rate it is a very new sort of experience for me to hear something like that….