E is for...

Evening.

The sun goes down.  We might, or might not, have watched a little TV.  Husband starts looking at a few forums that he reads, I might be knitting, reading a book, blogging, or reading in some of the forums I am a member of.  (So far, we haven't met up yet in any of the forums, tho...)

Schrodinger cat, tired from her day of bird watching, mischief making, and toy mouse attacking, will wander over to one of us, usually Husband, but sometimes me, and curl up for a nap.  The room gets darker, then the lights come on.

We hear the chickens squabble for the best roosting spots.

The wild birds settle, quieting down, while the frogs 'tune up' for the evening songfest.

One of our... more... unique neighbors, salutes the evening with rifle shots.  Why, I do not know.  But it has become a sort of normal background noise, like the cars on the main road up from us.

Rudee dog snorts, grunts, and makes himself comfortable for his evening snooze.  If I listen carefully, I can hear him snore.

The house here doesn't make too much noise, but I can make out the fridge, and a clock or two ticking.

Evening seems to be a slow time at our house.  And, when you think about it, that's a good thing!