Last night was the night of the full moon, usually called the Hunter's moon. From the Farmer's Almanac, there is more:
This full Moon is often referred to as the Full Hunter’s Moon, Blood Moon, or Sanguine Moon. Many moons ago, Native Americans named this bright moon for obvious reasons. The leaves are falling from trees, the deer are fattened, and it’s time to begin storing up meat for the long winter ahead. Because the fields were traditionally reaped in late September or early October, hunters could easily see fox and other animals that come out to glean from the fallen grains. Probably because of the threat of winter looming close, the Hunter’s Moon is generally accorded with special honor, historically serving as an important feast day in both Western Europe and among many Native American tribes.
Of course, around here, things are a little different. I was told that the other day a doe and her two babies were seen, out near Flamenco. New leaves are showing up and there is no frost on the pumpkins (which aren't the same as the potential jack-o-lantern sort either). But I think the idea of a feast to celebrate this changing of seasons is a fine thing. Tonight it should still be pretty good viewing.
This is a weird photo of the moon and Jupiter from last night.
I think the Man in the Moon looks a little tipsy.
Have a watchful Wednesday! Do something wayward.
