Just before 20:00 local time, about fifteen minutes after sunset, there were some high, thin clouds overhead that were tinged pink.
Also up high, just at the right here, was the first quarter, seven-day old moon.
Across the street to the right, the juvenile great horned owl was just starting to squawk. We’ll all be happy when it gets some experience and a couple of good meals under its belt. Well, all of us except for whatever rabbit, rat, gopher, or feral cat ends up being dinner.
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 