Sunday morning I was woken at 3.20am by a Cuckoo, well it probably was a Koel or maybe even a couple of Shrikes calling to each other, but it sounded just like a Cuckoo clock. At first I lay there annoyed that it was so early, then as I lay and listened, I realised how much more peaceful and natural it felt that the 'stupid buzz' of an alarm clock which was set to go off at 4.00am.
I was taking Mom and Dad to the airport to catch their flight to New Zealand and we had to leave at 4.30am, joy of living so far from the airport.
As we drove down the road in the dark and approached our local supermarket, there were two dark shapes on the traffic island. Dad said: "Those are wolves!" This was just as I had the same thought, they were huge and still, with beautiful serious eyes and did not flinch or stir as we drove past. One of them did not even lift its snout from the ground, while the other just watched us as we drove slowly by.
We contemplated that they could be German Shepherds or Huskies, or maybe even a cross between the two, but their entire demeanour left an eerie but not scary feeling that still lingers now 3 days later.
It is strange to experience something so different and the effect it leaves?
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