Brian's cameras have been working since September. There are eleven, and I hardly notice them now. Mostly they record deliveries, raccoons and a fox that crosses the garden around three in the morning. Brian has made a folder for the fox.
He came over on Sunday with his laptop to show me Halloween. The system counted 511 costumed visitors between 3:30 and 9:55. The busiest time was 9:40, when the older children arrived with pillowcases. I wouldn't have guessed that. I thought we had slowed down by then.
The average visit to the porch was twenty-two seconds. One little Victorian sea captain, connected with the production at the corner house, stayed for four minutes and fifty-one seconds looking at my witch hat. Brian had annotated this “possible allegiance shift.” I was pleased that he had noticed the costume.
At 8:17 a man in a Bears jersey took two bars. No costume and no child with him. Brian showed me three views and offered to “run him.” I said no. I recognized the jersey, and it was two chocolate bars on Halloween.
We will talk about the next set of cameras another time. The ones we have seem to be working very well.
— Ash