Things that Go Bump in the Night

The old adage ‘the early bird gets the worm’ may hold true for birds but for us humans who wake at 5 am and set out in the dark to listen for beeps among static, well the only thing it gets me is an over-active imagination.

My partner in crime Jo-Anne left to head home last Friday so I’ve been on my own since. The early morning games of dodge-the-deer are even more intense with only one set of eyes to spot them. Throw some fog or rain to the mix and well, you get the idea.

I prefer to arrive before 31 & 38-16 leave their preferred roost location – I’ve figured out just where to park so that I can hear their beeps on the receiver before I even get a visual on them… A fun little game I play on the side of a narrow road in the middle of a large, forested wetland area.

Of course it’s still dark during the drive and when I get there my imagination kicks into high gear. It doesn’t help when the headlights of the truck encounter the eyes of whatever creature is waiting for just the right moment to dart out in front of me – their eyes glow a freaky shade of luminescent green.

Furry bunnies in the daytime become scary beasts with those glowing green eyes. I’m sure they sprout fangs to accompany their momentarily spooky eyes!

Then, as I park the truck on the side of a road that at best will have perhaps 5 vehicles throughout the entire day and shut off the noisy diesel engine, it becomes, oh. So. Quiet.

My mind begins to remember every horror story I ever watched… A little Jack Nicholson running around a snowbound hotel? Redrum anyone?

(Lock all four doors of the truck)

I imagine Linda Blair levitating across the marsh and speaking gibberish. My mind’s eye sees a dude in a striped shirt with blades on his fingertips, emerging from the trees. Oh hey Freddie – long time, no see.

(Make SURE all the truck doors are locked!)

I cannot wait for 2017 and the return of TWIN PEAKS on Showtime but the last person I’d want to encounter on this isolated road is Killer Bob. The log lady perhaps, but not Bob. (any other Twin Peaks fans out there?)

Clowns – UGH! I’ve never been a fan of clowns so all these news stories from seemingly everywhere, have me freaked out.

I turn on the receiver just to break the silence. S T A T I C – Punctuated by the faintest of beeps reassures me that I’m not alone.

There are two juvenile Whooping cranes out there – somewhere – in the marsh. Yeah, they’ll protect me!

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10 Comments

  1. Jean P. aka CrabtowneMd October 28, 2016 10:54 pm

    Those cute little blips; ……… beeps reminded me of the soundtrack for The Telltale Heart……..

  2. GinnyL October 28, 2016 2:22 pm

    Me thinks someone has been watching too many spooky Halloween movies. 🙂 Thanks for the update Heather and check those locks again!

  3. Cheryl N. October 28, 2016 1:14 pm

    Thank you, Heather. I liked hearing the beeps, too.

  4. Mindy October 28, 2016 12:53 pm

    Oh bless you Heather! Thank you for being out there. That’s why I don’t watch all that scary stuff!

  5. Chris Danilko October 28, 2016 11:44 am

    That was almost a “Brooke” entry…LOL

  6. Sally Swanson October 28, 2016 10:45 am

    Furry, fanged bunnies!! Scary!

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  7. Jorgey October 28, 2016 9:31 am

    H so proud of you and your love for the Cranes. And your not alone out there, lots of cranic’s are with you in spirit. yikes spirits? yes, yes lock the doors.

  8. PattiLat October 28, 2016 8:08 am

    Reading your report places us right there with you, looking and listening. Spooky! And, then when you hear the “heartbeat” of approaching wonder. Wow! Great writing, Heather. Much appreciation to you for sharing your work with the birds, with us.

  9. Barb October 28, 2016 6:23 am

    I love your dedication. You are amazing. Thanks for all you do for the birds.