Evening at Home

It's such a treat when the woodcocks return. Something about how absurd they are makes me happy. I enjoy going out at night and hearing their silly "bzeemp..................bzeemp" and the quiet whistling, whirring sound of them showing off in the dark. 

We seem to be entering that "quasi-spring" season when things start to get muddy and gross, but at least all the bugs haven't come out yet. Barring anything truly remarkable, this will be the cheapest plowing bill we've ever had while living here. Ominous in a way, I know, but there it is.