Tuesday, March 10, 2026, 28.8* F, 77% RH, 0615
Slice of moon I didn’t see last night, hangs in trees. No eyes beyond the fence, horizon bruised. The three didn’t leave the kitchen, their way of asking for another biscuit, now sleeping.
Saw a flying brown something yesterday – maybe ¼ ” long, didn’t want to stay and let me look at him. Sky lightens, orange on horizon.
So begins the next mystery.
Photo: LJ Austin
