Where's the Cow?

I nearly missed my Blip today. I'm trying to keep it up and not miss at all at least until I make it to 365 which is about 107 more. Anyway, the night was clear and the moon was in view so that's my Blip.

Back when I lived in the middle of New York state I used to fish the rivers and streams for smallmouth and native trout whenever I could. I really miss the cool, swift mountain streams like the Beaverkill and the Wast Branch of the Delaware. A friend, an old man, taught me to use the solunar calender to help decide when to fish. I was skeptical, but he was right.