Walkabout at dusk

August 16, 2025

Skye could hear the quail everywhere.  She took the camera, slipped outside, and they were right there, in front of her.  There was just a fleeting moment to try to capture them, but the land was already deep in shadow.  Lured by the sounds of life everywhere, she took a walk.

Perhaps she would see something epic in the day's last light.

The land and the trees were full of sounds and movement, but most of the shapes were invisible to her.  A bevy of quail chortling in the grass.  A chipmunk raising a warning call from the dark shelter of an oak tree.  Tiny insect-catching birds getting their fill of tinier insects.

The last light faded.  The boss used to say she had an agreement with the wild things.  By day she was free to go about her business, explore the forest to her heart's content.  But the night time belonged to the wild things, and she left it to them.  It was her version of balance, and it had worked out pretty good so far.

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