Thursday, November 5, 2026, 39.7* F, 92% RH, 29.99 BP, 0531
Heard not a sound through the open window last night, felt not a breeze, saw no light from the moon hanging in trees like a Halloween decoration when I went out with the three. A Raven called yesterday. A light breeze rained leaves under fish skeleton clouds in a blue sky. He sent pictures of Pileated Woodpeckers from the job site. Zayne rolled in the dirt. A backdrop of silver tinged with pink gives shape to trees. The three sleep. Fog. Dense. Ruger so close I can’t move my chair.
Barometric pressure falling, red sky early morning.
Photo: Chris Austin
