Last night marked a full moon, commonly called the Hunters Moon. She also goes by the name Blood Moon. Depending on which folklore you believe, her names are due to: 1) the color produced by the full lunar eclipse; 2) the time of year when farm animals would be slaughtered and cured for the coming winter months; 3) hunting for meat was easier during the bright, full moon; and 4) the end of the world is near.
I didn’t get to watch the eclipse because the sky was too cloudy. Honestly, I didn’t even check. My bed was just too warm and comfy, but a friend told me about the clouds. I’ll catch the next one.
As long as I’m on the subject of color, and clouds, the skies over my river have been putting on their own spectacular show. Hey Kathy, these cloud pics are for you!!
Even the trees are getting into the spirit of the season.
My duck population is dwindling. Last month I had over 70 beaks to feed and this week only a dozen. Plus my neighbor’s comic trio.
When I call the ducks in the morning, I don’t use a fancy duck calling thingy. Not necessary when I have vocal chords strong enough to shatter plywood. Imagine, if you will, “duckeeeeeeeeee” in place of “suweeeeeeee.” Instead of hogs, I get Mallards. Lately, it takes one to two minutes for them to arrive. I can hear them up river, calling as they head my way. Then, the landing gear goes down and the day begins.
If I’m lucky, one of them will leave me a gift. Something to remind me the beauty of life is everywhere.
May the goddess of the full moon bless you this harvest season.
Blessed be :]
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