Night Sounds in Early May

As I lie in bed, I am aware of the quiet.

It's that time of year when the windows are open, but the summer chorus of crickets, insects, bullfrogs and whirling fans has yet to arrive.

A lamb bleats, and a stretch of silence follows. Another bleat.

The ewes are not responding. They are bedded down for the night, tired after a day of grazing and nursing lambs. Most lambs nestle beside their mothers. But a few lambs aren't ready to settle in just yet.

They bleat their good-nights.

I fall asleep to "Good-night Kit. Good-night Kat. Good-night Milky Way."