I spent last night here on my porch at Littlethicket, sleeping beneath the stars. The porch railing makes sleeping here a little like sleeping in a baby’s crib. Owls hooted from the deep woods, Whippoorwills called, the unseasonably warm wind whispered through the silhouetted pines, and below in the meadow coyotes joined in a primeval lullaby. I slept like a baby! Well, not exactly like a baby. I didn't wet the bed and wake up crying, but I had a great nights sleep.