Go, you chicken fat, go away!

I started running at 4:30am this morning.  It was wonderful.  The moon looked to be about 3/4 phase and it was high in the sky providing some good light.  As I was heading towards Brown Road, I heard an owl hooting on the other side of the Floodway.  Then I heard some wings flapping behind me.  Even though I knew the owl was far away and the sound of the flapping wings sounded like they would be coming from a smaller bird, probably a dove, it kind of freaked me out.  I then spotted the owl sitting on the power line next to the power pole.  I guess that's why they're called spotted owls.  When I got to the other side of the Floodway I hoped that the owl would still be there so I could try and take a picture of it with my night vision.  But, alas, it was gone.  I heard three distinct splashes in the Canal as I ran down the mile stretch as part of my two loops.  All three came near the edge.  So I wasn't sure if they were fish popping their heads out of the water or perhaps turtles that scampered back into the water after seeing me.

I didn't see anybody until I got almost to University.  Someone was running down the road, but it was too dark and they were just a little too far away to tell if they were a boy or girl.  I think it was a girl.  Then I ran by where Jeff lives and it smelled like one of my sweaty shirts.