Fiat lux

Less than a month ago, we were awakened to the resetting of one nearby luminaire, the darkness of which had no doubt been called in by any of several newcomer busy-bodies. That was at four in the morning. The second-closest light was given the same treatment last night during hours sacred to sleep (in this case, three o'clock in the morning), no doubt at the behest of the same party who called in the other one. No wonder the sounds of owls of several kinds is beoming rarer and rarer.