barking

Have had trouble sleeping of late, and when I finally turned out the light to go to bed at 1.30 ,was delighted by the lovely silver moonlight coming in the window. So went outside,the mental illness of blip obliging me to take the camera into the dark!!
And take a photo; earliest blip ever!
But, then an irresistable urge to howl at the Moon!!
I have only one close neighbour-they would be snoring-- so I thought bugger it and had a go.
Rather hoping for a Yellowstone chorus to start up around the Moffat hills, but alas ,I am clearly not an alpha male!
Just a derisory hoot from a tawny owl!
But it really cheered me up!
Then I thought, hey wait a minute, have I become covered with hair and got wild staring eyes?
A quick feel in the gloom was not much help; I'm pretty much like that anyway!
And a month ago I could have savagely torn that traffic warden to shreds!!
So back in to check in the mirror. Only to find that the mirror had no trace of me reflecting back !
I guess I was barking up the wrong tree!
I should have been looking for teeth not hair!
Maybe Im just barking mad!
Or its the early late onset of senile dementia!
Either way,I guess I must be dangerous to know just now!!