The ocean sound of leaves
There is always a bit of unease when we come to the Four-Acre Wood for the first time during the warm season. For me anyway. The trees are full with their leaves and even the tiniest bit of wind makes the sound of waves in the ocean. The sound and the woods seem immense.
We saw a black bear just as we turned down the road that leads to the property. That's bear #19 for me. The sound of the leaves will mask the sound of an approaching bear. Who may be curious and unafraid of our species of mammal. There is no way to know just now.
No way except my own experience that tells me that the bear is more afraid of me than I am of her.
Yet the sound of the leaves does not cover the sound of the owl who seems just a few trees away. The owl call is distracting me from my audio vigilance. It is lovely yet I fight the distraction thinking somehow I will keep my little family safer.
I am not quite out of city mode. Which is quite ridiculous considering how in the city I dream about these exact sort of encounters, in the city where I boast to other urban dwellers about my bear and owl sightings.