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Well, I wasnae really...but I did go ootside and watch the Lunar eclipse last nicht, a rare thing for yours truly tae dae, as I`m usually in bed by half nine. This is for two reasons...I`m an auld fart and need me sleep. And I`m an insomniac, usually awake in the wee sma` hoors, and pretty much always up and aroond by four.
When the eclipse started aroond half nine, I thocht we had nae chance o` seeing it....a dirty big daud o` black cloud cam` ower the face o` the bricht full moon. But that soon cleared and wi` the aid o` me trusty binoculars, I was able tae watch the whole thing for the next few hoors, and a richt bonny sight it was tae.
Like the solar eclipse it was, only easier tae see withoot burning oot your eyeballs! But when the shadow was almost ower the whole moonface, there was nae diamond ring effect like you get wi` the sun, but it was just as pretty to look at, and softer. And then the whole shadow turned a rusty copper shade and looked like a superstitious auld wifies omen, a big blood moon up in thon nicht sky.
Whilst the eclipse was fu`, I spent the next wee while using the binoculars tae look aroond at the neighbouring stars, and mony o` them there war.
The whole thing was a delight tae watch, no` least for there being nae wind as would usually be there. One o` the things skywatching does for me is tae put things in perspective. Faced wi` a skyscape so vast, so huge, so intimidating, your own wee life and it`s ups and doons gets kind o` put in its place. And that`s a guid thing. Skywatching brings ye doon tae earth wi` a gentle bump.
I would dae it mair often excepting the wind is usually howling, the cauld usually biting hard, and me auld bones are far too creaky tae spend mony nichts ootdoors in the Sanday damp.
And then this morning,......had a lie in and got up at six...I opened me curtains ontae a sun filled, rosy hued morning. I hae a grand view frae me hoose here, ye see...clear across the Peedie sea tae Stronsay I can see, and the skies are huge and empty aside, that time o` the morning, frae the usual chatter o` starlings and whirr o` curlews. And the eleven moorhens wha hae adopted oor garden and the geese and follow them aroond half the morning.
And there, in the middle o` me lawn, was a big white egg. Oor geese hae started laying, ye see...and they`re no` ower fussy whar they lay! So groaning...(I need a coffee boost tae get me started each morning) oot I went tae lift the egg afore it attracted the evil crows or marauding gulls.
And I stopped and stood like the village eejit for a full five minutes just enjoying the quiet o` the morning and the view that I sometimes tak` for granted.
In the west was the fat, rosy tinted full moon, ready tae set and disappear for the day. The sun still hadnae risen above the eastern horizon but the sky was soft and pink tinged and looked, if it didnae feel, warm.
I love the morning licht...it feels `thicker` somehow than other licht, and it rolls across the island fields like a wash o` liquid gold. It paints oor wee island wi` a quite magical licht and I wondered how often folks o` the past took the time or had the luxury o` time, tae stand and watch the sun rise ower this place. And if they did, what did they think o` it.
Such fine starts tae the days are no` that common here this time o` year. Usually it`s grey or windy and blawin` hard wi` rain. So days like this...well...they just beg tae be savoured, tae hae time spent on them, they`re precious enough tae be valued, and so, I dae just that.
So yours truly stood ootside, gawping happily at the rising sun and the setting moon, goose egg in hand, slippers on chilly feet, and had a fine start tae me day, even though I dinnae feel like I`ve had much sleep at a`.
And I realised twa things...I have nae chance for a relaxing Sunday, as I hae tae work and hae a parcel o` things tae dae.
And I left me washing oot last nicht!
The auld romantic in me thinks that washing will be a` the nicer for having had a touch o` ecliptic nicht air on it.
The granny in me kens she`ll be leaving it a peedie while tae air a bit mair afore getting it in so it disnae drip wi` morning dew all ower the stove when I hang it up.

Richt noo`, the moorhens are doing their customary route o` me garden, getting the spill o` barley left ower frae the geese. When they first started coming intae the garden through the field fence, they would shy awa` frae the sicht o` ony human. Noo though, they are fairly used tae us, so I can stand at the large window and watch them and they`ll lift their heids occasionally tae keep a weather eye on me, then get back tae eating. They are fun tae watch, and I can see fine their resemble tae the humble domestic chicken, for they peck awa like them and what I`m presuming are the males (I`m nae twitcher) hae wee red bits like wee combs above their beaks. I hae a hedge o` dog rose bushes in the garden and as they day goes on, they tak` shelter in them, and doze a wee while awa`. Then at nicht they go off doon tae the pond at the side o` the track, and in among the iris reeds and the scrub tae mix among me ducks, wha` a` like the water doon by there. I reckon, they must spend the nicht telling jokes, for in the middle o` the nicht, one duck will start tae cackle then that sets them a` off and the quackquackquack goes roond the whole brood til it dies oot and they a` settle doon again, quiet as mice.
Whatever bird jokes are, funny or no`, I`ve never managed tae decipher them.
I hope other folks are having sic a fine bonny morning as meself. What mair can we ask for? The sun is shining, there is nae howling gale, and the air is fresh and clean.