Early this morning, about 4am, a waning crescent moon crested Eagleridge and shone with a brightness way out of proportion to it's size. The air was so clear, the nighttime outflow winds scouring the Sound of cloud and rustling the trees.
This morning, hummingbirds fought for territory, but the rest of the dawn chorus was quiet.
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