Easter Moon

We hear of a Blue Moon once in a while, we hear of new moons, and full moons every month.  The moon dances in the sky every night, though with a cloud cover its actions remain unnoticed.

Last night, with radio switched off [football!!] there was time to listen to the evening sounds, and envelope myself in the sights of dusk. 

One tawny frog-mouth had perched on a sliver of a branch of the old gum tree that shelters the back door through the hours of daylight.  His/her mate found another place, not far away as they appear to be a pair who like each other's close proximity.  On dusk the humming sound of their conversation began.  I watched.  Back-door bird fluttered from the branch to a stronger one a few feet away and started the process of awakening ablutions.  The feathers were preened; the wings stretched showing a remarkable width, and the tail swished as preparation for a night's flight were made.

I listened.  Soon the mate, silently as a dark shadow, landed nearby.  They took off into the night.

As I stood spellbound at the intimacy I was privileged to view [this pair of birds are unafraid of my presence], I glanced upwards.

Many stars were shining brightly, some peeping between an ocean of cloud whose chosen path appeared to surround the moon, which peering out yonder like a small child waking from a deep sleep and unsure of it's position.  Hurrying indoors I grabbed the camera and snapped a photo of the moon surrounded by cloud, though some of the magic of the moment is lost on film.  Moments like these do not last; photos help retain the memory of that dark and mysterious sight.