I had to drag myself out of bed this morning after tossing and turning all night and then waking up with little miss Dakota uncharacteristically lying completely wrapped around my head like a fur stole. 😆

They seem to hear my eyelids creak open because as soon as it happens they are all wide awake and ready to go out to pee RIGHT NOW MOM HURRY UP WE GOTTA GO!

Of course I can’t let them all out at the same time, but instead have to do one or two at a time in order to keep the peace out there. If I open the back door and let four or five all run down the back stairs like maniacs at once, the entire pack erupts into a group howl and who wants to hear that at 6:30 in the morning?!

Yeah. Not me.

So I procrastinated as long as they’d let me then finally got up and let them out just in time to catch the sunrise. Or so I thought. When I looked to the east there was nothing but thick, gray clouds which blocked any hope for a beautiful morning view.

It was quite bleak, actually.

So I pulled the blinds back down, filled the window feeder for the little birds and headed to the kitchen to make coffee when the other sky painting caught my eye out on the western horizon.

The full moon.

The Worm Moon, to be precise. Or sometimes it’s called the Storm or Hunger Moon.

It’s the last full moon of winter, apparently.

And apparently the universe wanted me up just in time to witness it.

I’m so very glad it did. 🙂