An Interrupted Sunday

Sunday morning came in bright and sassy, nearly everyone was busy preparing for Church and the Superbowl, in that order. The quiet in our neighborhood was suddenly and shrilly shattered. We heard yelling and so Mac went to investigate as I was still pajamaed. He came back to tell me that one of the neighborhood kids thought she heard someone yelling for help in the woods. She thought it may have been a child. Her older sister allowed as to how she may have heard something, too. So 911 was dialed and my brothers in blue arrived enmasse. People in the neighborhood, including Mac, quickly formed a search team to go down into the woods to see if there was anything to the story. Now, it is a trick to get through that tangle of briars and roots, grapevines and tree limbs. Hunters are back there all the time, and why they haven't killed each other off yet is beyond me. The woods are deep and dark, and not my home. The furbies stay down in their depths most of the day, climbing and playing, hunting and stealthing. I was standing in the side yard talking to our neighbors when this

















broke the silence that had finally fallen over the neighborhood again.







We watched as Batgirl, the Calico furby, tore up out of the woods as if her tail was on fire and hit the front porch door and actually pounded on it with her front paws for someone to let her in. Okay, and here comes the John Candy line from the Great Outdoors, yet again...Bird...hhhh...big bird...hhhh...big bird chase me....hhhh....(She hadn't been back outdoors till this morning, and then she went warily, as though that huge creature might still be hovering in the sky out there, just waiting on her.) I ran in and got my camera so I could get a few shots of my (former)people at work. There was no one found, and after hours of searching, all the gear was packed up, all the volunteers went home to prepare for the Giants trouncing of the Pats, Law Enforcement, who had gone to each and every home on three roads to get names and ask if anyone was not home that could be lost in the woods, went on to other calls and Sunday was once again quiet. Pointless waste of time I hear some of you saying. Well, actually, no. The neighborhood now knows that if something awful were to happen, or if someone lost needed locating, help is only a 911 call away. That's a comfort in and of itself.