A Walk in the Dark

 

It's official.*  Summer's over:  last hurtle of the day today was in the dark.  Granted I was a little late getting our trampling feet out there, but a month ago it was still daylight at 8 pm.  I don't like hurtling hellhounds after dark:  their night vision is so much better than mine.  In daylight my general vision is better—if the cat or the pheasant doesn't move, I will probably see it first, and Gently Guide hellhounds' attention in a different direction.  If it does move, I'm diddled, ...