My horoscope this morning seemed to imply that I would be presenting you with a message with great authority. I have no idea in the meaning of this. I will probably give you a bit more of my nonsense enhanced with a few pictures. How do astrologists come up with this stuff? They explain that it is all in the ways the stars align.
Well, I can never see any stars align when I look at that wonderful Milky Way. Heck, I took my trusty plumb-bob outside to check for some kind of alignment. I couldn’t make out any two stars that seem to be in line with each other. So I put that ol’ plumb-bob back in the garage with all of my plumbing tools.
I went out yesterday to see if I could get some usable photos. I came across this Great Egret, (Ardea alba), and I don’t think the stars were aligning for him as I watched him for twenty minutes, trying to swallow this sunfish. He finally gave it up, contributed to the catch-and-release program.
Now this Mute Swan, (Cygnus olor), felt very comfortable in his element.
As did the above Eastern Phoebe, (Sayornis phoebe). So maybe there is something to be said about the alignment of stars being inducements. Anyway, my thoughts on the stars are that there a heck of a lot of them. Astronomers haven’t yet seen how far away the farthest one is, but so far they have seen nearly 400 billion light-years away. I imagine that when they see the farthest one, they will see a plate-glass wall. On the other side of the glass they will see a little kid with a dirty face. He will have lollipop in one hand, and a hammer in the other, that he is fixin’ to swing at the glass.
Well, enough of this nonsense for now. My wife read this and clobbered me, and now I am seeing stars.