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Late December is not a popular RVing time, so we had the entire campground to ourselves. Well, we thought we had it to ourselves. Out for our morning walk, and we ran into another herd who thought they had the park to themselves, too.
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As you know, Hu-dad usually has a strict camping rule that there is no singing in the campsite. Something about not everyone wants to hear a pack of Siberian Huskies sing, though we can’t figure out why. Anyway, he tells us we have to be quiet and can only sing at home.
But Kiska led a raucous song time Saturday morning and Hu-dad just couldn’t get it to stop. He decided that it was not too bad since the campground was empty (our apologies to the rangers who thought they were getting a quiet weekend).
The funny part is that we are used to ending our song time and listening for the coyotes or other creatures to sing back to us. When we finished Saturday morning, a rooster crowed back at us.
The look on Typhoon’s face said it all, “Boy, that coyote sure sounds funny.”
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