There it is, hanging tangled in the leafless branches... the January moon waxing it's way to full.
The moon on snow produces so much light, it cast shadows, and a full moon on a clear night is bright enough to read by. The only downside is the moon is so bright it washes out the stars, making it too bright to really get a good look at Orion, Leo, Sirius, Taurus. Mind, one gets a spectacular look at Moon...
This is January's full moon that is almost full. The Moon after Yule, it is termed the Wolf Moon, taking its name from North American Native lore. This is the time of year hungry packs of wolves could be heard howling near the villages.
Which fact caught the attention of our visiting deer, who were hanging out at the stable hoping to score some chicken feed as the moon lifted overhead. That's 'Sweetie', in the front. Her last year's fawn behind her, -- Phylis, named because our neighbour watched her arrival -- and peeking in between is 'Iris', who takes her name from the iris garden where we found her hidden when she was just a few days old.
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