Some voices are just too loud. Watching the wild burro at Alamo Lake was fun but when they stayed up all night and brayed back and forth waking me up every hour it seemed there was no reason for their voice cutting up the night except to irritate. Now I know that was not the case. The male burrow seemed to be marking his territory with his voice.
At daybreak the noise continued. One gray male came running down the rocky hill side, screaming as he went. It was rather intimidating for me not knowing if it was for the other burro. I counted eight on the hillside and six in the valley towards the lake. No wonder it was such a cacophony of sound in the Rawhide Mountains Wilderness Area.
voices in the wild
pierce below cloudy moon night
hard to understand
NaPoWriMo prompt on voices