The night sky reveals nothing of the clouds except their light feathery edges. Above me, the moon is a giant, glowing, silvery disc hovering over The Shire. Slowly I stalked across the lawn. My bare feet soon became numb as the cold dew upon the grass chilled them. Beyond the white board fence, the beam of my flashlight illuminated the glowing green eyes of a deer that was making its way to the kernels of corn I scattered behind the barn. Like a ghost, it silently moved into the fringes of the woods, disappeared, and awaited my retreat.