We inherited a sizable chunk of land in 1999 at my hometown, that had been part of my family's farm, where I grew up. It is nature at its best, I believe that the animals would prefer we were not there. All this time we have been bringing our camper up in the spring and back to our home in the fall. During this season my husband works hard caring for the land.
Bear and moose have begun to over populate as well coyote and coydogs. We all know they are there as they leave their track and evidence, and we hear the coyote howl in the night. They travel in packs of a few to many, 2-3 generations hunting together, nocturnal. The coydogs are half wild dog half coyote and look far different as are many different sizes, their bark varies. The land area is large, you would have a rough walk of more than a half mile to reach the neighbors from all directions. There is a road at the bottom and one at the top, where there is an astounding view, where you see the mountains of Massachusetts, Vermont and New Hampshire.
I had an unforgettable dream this winter, where in this dream, the two of us were sitting at the fireplace, enjoying the stars, the owl hoots, the coyote far off, and each other, at this camp. When we both heard a friendly voice. "How you doing up here? It's a fine fire you've got there!"
I woke with a start, and slept little after that, it was my father's Yankee voice (no doubt) and he had been dead for 15 years. I seldom to never dream of him or in fact I seldom remember my dreams. I have dwelt on that short dream. There is no explaining the mind, but I had so often wondered if he knew or even was there at times.
Summer is here and the camper, ATV, Tractor, Chipper, and much more is in place. We were there about two weeks ago, and there we sat at 10:30 at night, all work done, we had even redone the 6 hummingbird feeders (we have about 25 hummers with babies. I have hundreds of pictures).
We had just found a glow worm down by our feet and both were studying him, deep into conversation, when we both clearly heard... Woooweeeaawwayyaaa coming from a couple hundred feet behind us in the dense woods. Looking at each other we say in unison, "Did you hear that?" I had shivers up and down, remembering that in my dream that was where his voice was. Not a twig snapped, it was completely still. Then again identical, woooweeeaawyyaaa, much closer. This had us grabbing our lights and whatever and moving towards the door. Again the woods floor is covered with dead branches, the trees large heavy with low branches, how could it move so fast with no noise, nothing. We moved as fast as we could, entering the camper, and once again, woooweeeaawwayyaaa very close, by our fire, just as our door slammed. The noise (voice) was loud very loud.
We watched out the window, but saw nothing. Was it kids messing with us? Like kids would travel without light, through 1/2 mile of woods just to scare two old people. All went quiet, but the dream was on my mind, I had to wonder. I am still wondering.