Every night when the moon was full, the air seemed different. It was fall again and the sounds of the forest seemed to be more than crickets and distant hoots of owls. It was not a quiet place when the moon was full.
We waited each fall for this time. It was important to our group. When the full moon came and the air was crisp, we listened. As we moved sleathly in the night, we knew what would be coming. We knew that soon we could be answering a call. It was an eerie sound to…Continue
Added by Sheila Luecht on October 12, 2016 at 12:27pm — 6 Comments