Although some folks would agree with "the weather went downhill quickly", I am one who loves a good rainy day. The garden needed the water and I needed to stay out of the garden so it worked out well. I was up before dawn trying to find what critter attacked the Little Bayou House last night. Along about midnight, there came such a ruckus that I literally thought someone was breaking down the door. Nope...had to be a critter or a very inept burglar. Nothing showed evidence of the misdeed even though it sounded like something ripping the siding from the house or maybe the subfloor or even the roof. I could not distinguish exactly where the loud noises were so the investigating had to wait for morning and I had to hope for the best.
After meandering around the house with a flashlight, I headed to the pier. The weatherman called for rain so I felt perhaps that was the only time I would have to feel the breeze on my face. The clouds were incredibly dark and very ominous. Rain had fallen off and on during the night and, before I could get back up the hill, it started again. Wow! That was COLD!
As soon as it was light enough, I surveyed the house again and never found a single thing amiss. Had Son not heard the ruckus, I would have thought perhaps I imagined it or had dreamt it. Now, we sit back waiting to see (or hear) if our hobgoblin comes again. I am curious.
