More on the moon

On the weekend the moon was big and bold. There's this optical illusion that when the moon is nearer the horizon it looks bigger than when in the sky. Its called the Moon Illusion and its your brain getting all screwy with you. I can't explain it, just remember it from Psych lectures at uni. On the weekend the moon was rising very early in the evening, and setting in the morning. So it was full blast all night and looked huge in the sky as it rose and set. Did the ducks behave as I expected? Well, Friday night was a bit of a sleepless one in between Sam's snortles, Dick's churgles, Geordie's ralphles and the rat's antics. Sure enough I heard more than one quack in the night sky, and of course the swans were up and at 'em as well. Ducks were up and flying on Saturday (Andrew P and I disturbed a few off the pond on our way out), probably getting pushed around by hunters out and about. Saturday evening flight was a little on the light side numbers wise, but no better or worse than previous weekend. Doesn't mean that more flew later on of course... but I'd like to think that they did.