Menage à Trois Bingo

This really is, as Chris called it, "a little piece of nowhere in the middle of everywhere". Friday night Tammie and I were soaking in the hottub late-late--after midnight--listening to a pair of owls call to each other across the woodsy spaces and a chorus of frogs singing by the loch. The biggest bullfrogs didn't join in until nearly one, but their deep wubbbuuhs were wonderful to hear. Only occasionally did the whistle of a train or other sound cut in on the rural soundscape.