Orbs in My Backyard
The Orbs Are Out Tonight!
Searching for Orbs
Yesterday, I just had a feeling I might see some orbs. I made some marvelous orb photos in Arkansas at our cabin back in March. Since then, I have searched and clicked and clicked, but they have been elusive. Yesterday for the first time in a while, I had the distinct feeling I might find some, even though the weather was extremely damp and we had a bit of rain yesterday morning. I think this kind of debunks the dust particle theory as I can't imagine dust flying in this heavy New Orleans air! By the way, if this story interests you, be sure to check out the hubs of my friend Parks at http://parksmccants.hubpages.com/. He is much more knowledgeable about orbs than I. I'm writing this story because it gave me a good laugh and I hope you'll find it funny also. I have never felt so stupid in my entire life as I did about last night's events.
Over the Pet Cemetery
Orbs in the Trees
First Sighting of Spaceship
Cat Checks Out the Red Glow
The picture above is of orbs above the grandchildren's swing set which they have long outgrown. It is also where all the pets we've owned in the 40 years we've lived in our current home are buried, four dogs and two cats. I'm sorry, but the fish got flushed. I suppose the orbs could be the spirits of our pets. I'm not ruling that out, especially because their size is directly proportional to the pets, the larger one being my father-in-law's grossly overweight dachshund, the tiny one perhaps being my wonderful Scarlett, who unfortunately ate some of the bad food from China and died a tiny little wisp of a creature, after having her kidneys destroyed.
The orb hanging out in the tree, if I were to name someone whose spirit it might be, it would definitely be my father-in-law. He loved trees. Loved them to the point of keeping a long-needle pine in his front yard until it was so tall it leaned precariously over his house for years. When we lectured him about it, his words were always: I'm not worried about it; why should you? Okay. So that might be Lloyd hanging out in the backyard to visit his obnoxious dog, Gretta. He had two Grettas. When Gretta I died when he was in his 80s and living with us, we bought Gretta II. They were both fat and obnoxious, but he loved them so it was okay. When we got ice cream, Gretta I or Gretta II, whichever was alive at the time, got a cup of their own. My husband loathed both of them and swore that they looked at him smugly when his dad would insist they sit in the seat of the car instead of the floor and usually got his way. I would always say, "It's a dog. How can a dog be smug?" "Smug," he would always answer.
The Red Glow
Now, if you look at the photos with the red glow, you will see what I saw. I promise you it truly looked like something from outer space. With the first photo, I was already wondering if I should let Joe tell any of his Republican Kiwanis friends as they already think I am one step from the mental ward. However, I was extremely excited and thought I might have an encounter with a creature from beyond. (I'm not kidding here; my hands were shaking.) I took another photo and got the same thing. You will notice in the second one that my feral cat, Frankie, was walking toward the spaceship and the red glow and not away from it, which might have given me a clue, but I don't think I wanted one. Remember that all I could see except when the flash went off was pitch black. I didn't turn on the spot lights and there was no moon and no stars were out. (I'm making a case for my sanity here.)
Approaching ET's Ship
I decided it was time to be brave and approach whatever this was. It was very dark and after stumbling over a few pots of plants, I came close to the table. I can't even tell you my utter dismay and disappointment when I saw the red glow of the lights on the back-end of my husband's four-wheeler. No close encounter, no TV interview, no CNN, just the same guy leaving everything exactly where it lands, in this case, where the four-wheeler rolled off the truck. Oh, well. Life goes on. The thing I'm happiest about is that no one was with me to see me act like such a fool -- except the orbs, of course, and they can't tell -- I don't think -- and the cat, Frankie, who spends her days slinking around the backyard stalking the squirrels. Every now and then we find where she's sliced and diced one and left the fur. She would understand my antics if anyone would!
Continue the Hunt
Oh, well, I'll be out there again tonight with my little camera, clicking dozens of shots and running inside to see them on my computer. General Lee, the inside cat, also not so affectionately known as the bastard cat, will snarl and hiss and try to bite me with every trip. That's not the orbs. He's just an incredibly unpleasant creature, born in this very backyard where his mother still lives. The reason I'm not discouraged is that last night for the first time ever, I was able to capture orbs inside. As you can see in the following photo, they are fairly distinct and are a silent nudge to persevere. Hopefully tonight the glowing red light will be safely tucked away in the garage where it belongs, although I'm not counting on that!
If you'll notice in the photo below, there is an orb on the top sill of the window on the left and a smaller one on the side of the table. Now, going back to the spirit idea, they could belong to my husband's trophies. I don't have a problem with the deer, but that bear you can see parts of behind the table could rip us all to shreds, so I hope that spirit remains a spirit and doesn't decide to reclaim its body for any reason.
As you can see, the bastard cat snoozes as usual without a care in the world, no interest at all in the orbs or anything else except his next meal. The inside orbs are my encouragement for tonight's hunt. Wish me luck!