On July 3 I got the bright idea to camp outside in my yard to fend off the fox. Who camps outside when a soft and comfy bed is so near? Who camps outside on the evening when our country celebrates our independence with the sounds of war? Ask me if I got any sleep. No. On the other hand I did learn some things and I have not encountered the fox, to my knowledge since the morning of July 3rd. What did I learn? My yard is a noisy place. Even without bombs bursting in air it is a noisy place. The chickens move around all night long. The sound of tires traveling the speed limit on county roads can be heard 2 miles before and 2 miles after arrival. When things get really quiet though, when no cars are in the area, no trains are going by, no jets flying overhead, a constant and overlapping chorus of green frogs can be heard in my yard. I have lived here a quarter of a century and did not know that.
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