Arriving home from our last service at our church's now-former building on Saturday night, Bud hopped out of the car and stopped in his tracks. "Listen to the night song," he encouraged us. Sure enough, all manner of creatures were singing their song. Being (sub)urbanites Mama and I couldn't identify them, beyond suggesting crickets, locust, maybe frogs. But there sure were a lot of them. And loud.
I guess we're just not outside after dark much.
There wasn't, however, the one critter Sis hoped to hear: the leader of the night song in her book, Quiet Bunny, is of course a rabbit.
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