Beaver Blood Woodcock Moon

Tuesday morning’s lunar eclipse. Hand-held camera through the open window as cold air rushed in about 5:20 a.m. I was wearing shorts outside Monday when the temps were in the mid-70s. It was in the 40s Tuesday morning. A cold front like that this time of year should be portrayed on weather maps as being pointy with the long bills of American Woodcocks. Mid-day Tuesday, then, found me in Green-Wood, where eight of the timberdoodle-chickens burst out of the leafy, shady ground before I saw–much less photographed–a single one.