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~Harvest Moon from 2016 and a poem

September 24, 2018

~I was going to take a photo of the Harvest Moon tonight; however, the moon is obscured by clouds. So, I am using a photo, I took, of the 2016 Harvest Moon. To view click on Harvest Moon.

 

The term Harvest Moon traces back to preindustrial times, when farmers — lacking the technology available today — were pressed by the season and welcomed a moonlit week to stretch the shortening daylight hours. Their fields had to be harvested before the farm could be bundled up for the impending winter season. Crops had to be housed. Firewood had to be cut. The daylight hours were rapidly diminishing at this time of year; seemingly, there was not enough time for all the chores that needed to be done in the sun. The Harvest Moon was a welcome lantern in the early evening sky.

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Around 8:25pm the Harvest Moon peeked out of the clouds. No floating clouds to add interest nor is it low on the horizon to add color.

 

~Poem- A flower blooms…

Loveland, CO, September 17, 2018

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a flower blooms

one final burst of color

saying goodbye to summer

in late September

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Maybe not, is this the last one?

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~I have several pots of flowers in the yard and they keep producing new blooms; hopefully, until the first frost arrives. Autumn, is just around the corner.

“No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.”
John Donne

“Autumn…the year’s last, loveliest smile.”
John Howard Bryant

~Birding in Arizona – American Kestrel

~Cave Creek, Cave Creek Regional Park, November, 2017

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high atop a cactus

scanning surroundings for food

focused and alert

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American Kestrel, male

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Going for the kill.

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Sure hope it wasn’t another bird. I can’t tell what it is.

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Almost finished!

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“Glad it wasn’t us.”

House Finch, male.

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House Finch, Female

Happy Birding!