Bob, a great job on the landscape lighting. Does it allow you to see any prowling wildlife or does it keep them away? I'd expect you get opossums (if only Walt Kelly was alive to do POGO strips on the current political developments, POTUS would then be tweeting about a comic strip, probably) and rats/mice. We have a ratter dog, a fierce terrier who doesn't give vermin a chance.
We have opossums, raccoons and even tree foxes.
The tree fox (gray fox) is a beautiful animal and we had one living in the ficus tree in our back yard years ago. Both times I saw it (not sure of its ***) was at night but it was in the light. It just looked at me and slowly walked away. Several opossums have fallen out of that tree. Found the first one from the decomp smell. Turkey vultures found the second one -- eight of those guys in the tree was quite a sight.
We have a Pug and she would love to terrorize the vermin. She has given up chasing the squirrels and lizards but I think she still remembers the two doves she captured. After they crashed into the screening and fell to the floor, she snatched them up. My wife gently removed the birds from Ellie's mouth and let them loose outside. Aside from a feather or two, they both flew off to feed another predator.
We added some front lights to the house, actually the architect put them in the plans, and we ended getting some that are vertically-oriented. They have two bulbs, so they project upwards and downwards; we get positive comments from passers-by, and it's easy to see the house at night, arriving home. The shot is just after hanging the lights before the final inspection for the renovation.
We have similar lights on the front of the garage but with a globe on the upper light. I had to replace the Bakelite sockets with porcelain ones because I like the lights but can't find new ones that don't require a payment plan.
Knowing you're from the Hudson River valley area, I have a story about vehicle lighting and NY roadways. I was on my way to Highland Falls to visit a friend who lived in a winery property, he was the engineer for the bottling production line, and pretty-much everything else there, he got a free late 1800's farmhouse rent-free as one of his perks, but being of balloon construction and poorly-insulated, it cost much-more than it should-have, to heat it during those long, cold NY winters. So, I was coming through NYC pulling a 16' open trailer loaded with vintage car body parts, on one of the tollroads coming north out of the city. I had a '76 Ford Windsor V-8 van, and when I came-to yet another toolbooth, I paid my $ to the operator, and waited for the gate to rise, to resume my journey. I waited some-more, and no ascent of the toll barrier. It was winter, early in the season, but just above freezing, and late afternoon, when you can feel the mercury drop with the passing of time, as the light fades. I had the window rolled back-up, and the heater was trying to make-up for my rolling down the window to pay the toll. Finally, I rolled down the window, and asked the toll troll, who by-now was glaring at me, "do I owe you more money?"
She pointed to the front of my truck, which of-course was past her view in the booth lane. She said something I couldn't quite make-out. I leaned out of the truck, to be closer to her, and asked her to repeat what she said, I thought I needed to pay more $, and was reaching for my wallet. She told me, "turn-off your lights!" very emphatically.
"What? Why do you want me to turn-off my lights? It's dusk, I'm pulling a trailer, I want to be seen!" I replied, wondering what in the world she meant.
"Turn-off your driving lights! You've got driving lights, they blind oncoming traffic!" The toll gate was not moving. Evidently she was going to refuse me passage out of the toll lane until I turned-off my rectangular driving lights, which were attached above the bumper.
I thought this was overreaching her toll-taking function, but she wasn't gonna let that arm ascend until I complied with her sense of vehicular lighting propriety. So, I flipped-off the rocker switch, and said, "now, do I get to go?" She glared at me again, and silently raised the toll gate arm.
I waited until the trailer end was clear of the tollbooth before I flipped-on my driving lamps.
Sometimes the uniform goes to the wearer's head. [Lower] upstate New York had more than its fair share of over-empowered government employees. It seemed like the folks north of Albany took fewer ****-pills than the ones to the south.