The sky was mostly overcast this morning, except for one little “hole” in the northeast, through which I could see the Pleiades and Aldebaran. If I were trying to navigate by the stars, it would be just barely enough to get my bearings.
The dogs, of course, couldn't have cared less about the little window in the sky. Race found a new pine cone and consequently nearly lost his mind in his delerious joy. The three field spaniels conducted their usual urgent morning business. Nearby I heard a fox yipping, just downhill from me (I'd guess within a couple hundred feet). In the distance, to my west, a band of coyotes was yowling away – probably celebrating a catch of some kind. Close by, some kind of bird was making a fuss in the chaparral duff. The morning was cold (around 50°F) and felt crisp because the humidity is high (near 100%). This is the height of the fire season, though you'd never know it from the weather this year. We haven't had a severe Santa Ana yet, and though we could get one at any time somehow it seems unlikely this year. The forecast for the next week is more like this – and if that keeps up, this will be the “gentlest” fire season I can remember...
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