Tonight was a unique astronomical event, a Strawberry Moon on a summer solstice, the first since I was a child back in 1967. There's nothing significant in this other than human number-keeping, but it seemed as good an excuse as any to head out to our new river park on the Tuolumne and enjoy the sunset. It was an unusually clear evening, and we had a nice view of the Sierra Nevada crest about 40 miles to the east.
For two nights in a row at the park I've watched an Acorn Woodpecker stare at the sunset. I've seen that behavior before, and I find myself wondering if they have a sense of wonder (or maybe they are just watching for bugs). Every so often it would flutter into the sky and alight once more on the same branch, facing west.
As the sun set, the full moon rose in the east. A Strawberry moon refers to the time of ripening fruit, not the color. I would have called it the tangerine moon if I were in charge of such things (but I'm not). Once the moon was a bit higher and above of the turbulent air near the horizon, I took another shot. Can you see the bat flying in front of the moon?