We had a lunar eclipse last night, well everybody had a lunar eclipse. Thing is, last night wasn't cloudy! The Man of the Place and I got to see the whole thing!
I've borrowed some photographs from Dean at Mostlymacro after first getting his permission. The camera equipment I have here at Whitelees wasn't up to the task. There are always beautiful nature photos over at Dean's blog.
A lunar eclipse seems to take a whole heck of a lot longer than a solar eclipse.
It was interesting to watch the full moon get nibbled away by the shadow of the earth.
I really enjoyed popping through from time to time to the east window of the house to see what phase the eclipse had reached so far. We opened the window so that we could get a clearer view with our telescope (gift from my mother) and we could hear one of the local barn owls hunting. Barn owls make a "peep" call as they hunt. This owl got VERY close to the house. In fact, I was half expecting to see it as the calls were so close. I am glad to merely hear it. I thought that with the loss of the old barn up the road a couple of years ago, we had lost our barn owls.
Henry started to get a little freaked out by lunar eclipses and owls calling. I teased him about going all medieval on me and went on about ill omen and bad juju.
My rational head knows that it is just a naturally occurring event and that it doesn't forecast doom however this morning when I went to go feed my chickens, I discovered that Rocky the rooster was gone. He had died at some point yesterday.
He was fine yesterday when I was outside working in the garden. He was crowing and scratching about like a normal chicken. This morning, he was a colourful pile of feathers in the corner of the chicken run. I guess it was his time. He was about five years old. At least two of your daughters are still here. Goodbye Rocky, you were one beautiful Welsummer chicken.