I am someone who has lived in both the city and the country. I know there are many that love the hustle and bustle, the noise and all that comes from being in the city. But for me, I'm soothed by a chorus of birds, frogs, crickets, and cicadas and being able to see the deer grazing in my yard. I also enjoy this time of year when I can have the windows open and enjoy the cool breeze and hear the wind in the trees and other nighttime sounds.
Living in the country means that I can get up at dawn and walk the dogs in my pajamas, dance in the driveway and sing out loud and off key and never worry about a neighbor seeing or hearing me.
This is our third year living on Mountain Road. Last night I was reminded of a sound of the country that I do not enjoy hearing and that is the sound of a cow who has been separated from her calf. Each year about this time the farmer across the road takes the calves away from their Mothers to be weaned. Last night after I went to bed, and the dogs were all settled in, above all the other night-noises, the sound that drifted from across the road was the bellowing of the cows crying for one another. It is such a sad mournful cry and it went on all night and is continuing this afternoon. I know it's a part of life, and as Lynn from Rocky Creek Scottie Adventures said on my Facebook page that weaning "is a rite of passage to becoming an adult," and I totally agree, but I think it's kind of a sad one too. (This picture was taken earlier this summer)