Flashes of Panic

Sometime early on Saturday morning, there was a lot of screeching outside.

Animal screeching, I could tell. Iz was a bit jumpy, and followed me while I walked to our one window which faces the yard (long story, never mind) and scanned the garden with a flashlight, like a guard in a watchtower. Nothing.

I’m not sure it was in the garden; maybe it was the grove of trees directly behind the house, but the flashlight would not penetrate and the screechers had fallen silent.

I suspect a return of our local bandits. Iz remained nervous, but I had to sleep. So no pictures, this time.