Today was the day we moved the automation system for WFCC from the Waltham studios to the station's transmitter site on Cape Cod.
It's a gloomy, drizzzly day. The six rings near the top of the tower are WFCC's broadcasting antenna; everything else on the tower is cell phone stuff.
The satellite dish replaces 90 miles of unreliable T1 line; it picks up our radio network feed from Waltham.
Oh no! It's a woof!
It weighs 140 pounds.
It's always been friendly to me, but it's hell on coyotes.
Its companion is a Native American colleague of mine; he says it's afraid of vacuum cleaners and likes to howl along with opera singers, especially sopranos.
Its name is Woof, but it almost never barks.
Woof spends much of its day riding about in my colleague's truck, and meets a lot of people along the way. It greets passing ambulances and police cars with a howl.