Last night I was looking up at our ghostly full moon spectacle and wondering what it was called. Everyone knows about the Hunter’s moon, and the Harvest moon, so what was this? Turns out this second moon after the fall equinox is named after our favorite thing: “The Beaver Moon”. The Farmers’ Almanac says in its unpoetic way that it is so named as a reminder to set our beaver traps before the ponds freeze, so we’ll have fur for the winter. Other kinder interpretations suggest that it is the time for beavers to get busier and lay up food before the ice sets.
I’m thinking the full beaver moon would be a great time for an evening beaver festival. Hot cider and christmas lights along the creek to visit the dams in succession. Maybe a start to the shopping season in some downtown boutiques. Night lamps on creek activity and maybe some folk music and a bonfire. Sounds good to me. Happy Beaver Moon everyone!
Oh and woodpecker update: Our feathered friends have cracked the media barrier and made Gary Bogue and the Chronicle today, channels 7 and 5 last night, and the LA times and CC Times. Apparently now there’s discussion that they “might just kill a couple to scare the others away”.
Huh?
How will killing a couple scare others away? Will this be done in a public forum where all the woodpeckers will be made to watch? How will the not-shot birds find out what happened to their compatriots? Twitter? Honestly, do they plan to post the severed red-heads on pikes all around the border to ward off unwanted visitors?
