Last night, we had some excitement around the Mansion.
Perhaps I should say OVER the Mansion. The #1 son and his overnight guest were chillin' in his room about 9:45, when up over the roof there arose such a clatter, they ran out the front door to see what was the matter. A helicopter buzzed the Mansion. It was treetop height, according to the boys, and shining a beacon. They reported that the beacon did not splash across the ground, but shot out in front. This helicopter came from the nowhere side of Hillmomba, over the Mansion, and headed toward town.
They tromped down the stairs and broke the no-trespass zone into my office. My ire was quelled by their animated demeanor. "There's a helicopter outside! Right over the house! No higher than the treetops! What is going on?" Because, you see, I would know. What with me sitting in my dark basement office, blogging, oblivious to the goings-on in our air space. I told them I, the mushroom, biding my time in the dark while being fed crap, did not have a clue. They went back upstairs to research the matter on their own.
Around 10:15, I heard them stampede outside again. The Pony trotted after them, the miniature version of their Clydesdaleness. I hustled up the stairs in my slow-motion manner and stepped onto the porch. The boys were out in the field. If they'd been turkeys, and the still-to-come downpour was already occurring, they would have drowned from the deluge that would have poured into their open mouths.
I heard it. A helicopter. It was coming from town. The boys shouted that they could see the light over in the barn field. Then it appeared. Treetop level. It came from the BARn side, and passed over the house. I could see three colored lights on the bottom, but no beacon. Farmer H arrived home from the auction. He also gazed skyward. He reported that there were no auto accidents between town and the Mansion. We sometimes have the Life Flight helicopter pass over on the way from a nearby trauma center to the city.
Then I heard another. This one was in the direction of town. It never flew over, but we could hear it. Fairly close. I know the sky was overcast. So the cloud ceiling would keep helicopters low, perhaps. And the storm might have been aloft already. Winds were gusty. A night fit for neither man nor beast nor helicopter. I have no idea what was going on. We live about four miles from a Level 5 maximum security correctional center. I presume the aerial activity had something to do with that facility. I saw nothing on the local news channels. Nothing on the website for The Daily Hillmomban.
If anybody has a clue, fill me in.