We spent Wednesday in town, staying late because of tides. We arrived home as dark fell in the forest, and, as we often do, we let Spice out onto the porch.
Our enclosed porch, which we and many other Alaskans call the “Arctic entryway,” has a movable step that bridges the foot or so from the porch floor to the cabin floor. We cover it with a coconut fiber welcome mat. The porch has a lot of gaps in construction, so voles and mice get in there often. Spice loves to hunt them, or sit and watch squirrels and birds in the dooryard through the screen door. Michelle maintains a couple of mouse traps under the step to help keep the critters in check.
We’d carried in heavy loads, so we had settled down to relax a bit before bed, when suddenly we heard a loud commotion on the porch. It sounded like a cat fight! Continue reading
