The strangest sounds.

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Enough to, first, get my attention, then get me to do something.  Check.

Out front, at least.  Spooky.  In part because I didn't know what it was, but also... lots of... something... somethings?  So, to the door I went.  But, I had to get the thing unlocked and etc.  Finally, ready to open.  I thought, as is typical, to swing it wide and just... but... no.  I had no idea what was on the other side.

So I... slowed down.  I relaxed, listened, and considered.  Beyond slowing down, actually stopping my planned action, I also considered potential reactions.  And, actual initial actions.  Breaching the door, but slowly or quickly, partly or fully?  Very partly, but very quickly, it was decided.

The screen door was of some use, as a bit of a defense.  Something really was out there, lots of somethings.  And other things?  Really, I was in a bit of a fit.  I opened the door very quickly, sharply, instantly, to an eighth or tenth of the arc, then peeked out just at the cut of the door.  Many.

A herd of sheep, being guided by horsed people, dogs too I think.  Headed east.  I didn't wave or bother.  Glad to know.  Such a strange number of noises, I couldn't ignore.  Felt much better.  I prefer to live in such a neighborhood, if that is slowly being lost.  I am almost surprised those animals aren't just run over, these days, by traffic or truckers... not even bothering to stop, and if caught, just tell them to send a bill to... someone else... who may or may not pay it.  Still, for now, it is still happening.

Stats were taken.  BP is still a bit high, at 130/86 but pulse is good at 79.  Blood sugar, considering pasta last night, wasn't bad at 148 non-fasting... 216 average for the week.

I haven't filled any waterers yet.  But I did get a few ready, set them in the pale of fresh water, with lids off, down in, soaking.  Just the small ones.  I need another pale of water.  After having done stats, I will check on the pillow and else.  I would really like to get a shower going before long, then also some dishes soaking.

If I can get that far, I may take a short nap, with the hope of doing chores this evening, and breaking down boxes yet today.  Mostly just hopes, but little things going forward.  Tired, slightly achy, a bit sleepy, but... a few things going on.  And... a wonderful view from my porch.  I may not be good with animals, but I would have liked to have been a herdsman, at least for a while.  Something calming about the whole process... yes, even their ends.  There is a peace to seeing the beginning to end, and a productive life.

Later.

Oh, some dreams drew me to this.  Oh, I know.  Sweet, bitter.

A time lost, a time to hopefully be found again.  For me?  For others.