And the temperature has stuck at nearly 50 since yesterday morning. Winter in the Willamette Valley.
Was watching and listening to the crowds of birds in the trees yesterday-- there were starlings but some other sorts too-- they became quiet and most of the them flew off because... a hawk was on its way to the highest tree top: the first one I've observed out there, or the first one I recall seeing. Of course it being morning and what light there was behind it I didn't actually observe much; was only when it turned a couple of times that I was able to confirm its accipiterness or buteoness. Now I shall have to go check to see if those nonce words make any sense: but I think accipiter and buteo are right.
It is the feast of Saint Geneviève in Paris (CE, Wiki, Introibo-- although the propers sung at Saint-Eugène are not those given there; don't ask me), she being patronne of that city, so Saint-Eugène celebrated her feast whilst commemorating that of the Most Holy Name of Jesus celebrated elsewhere in the Catholic world. (In the Novus Ordo Rite, the feast of the Epiphany of the Lord is celebrated today but of that the less said the better. Tsk.)