I just got in from the barn: some where far away there are fireworks. I can barely hear them but the dogs just went crazy.
Checked on everyone... all okay. After Lucy's thunder-induced panic attack, I think I'll go back in a few minutes.
Oh, and last night I heard the worst yelping. I thought, "Jeeze, what the hell is going on out there?" Sounded like they went in sane or someone was dying... I raced out. The sound was coming from the woods to the south. Coyotes. Rare around here. The dogs said not a peep back to them, the cowards.
End of story.