A group of brave and bundled-up people ventured out last night to watch the sunset and see the land under a full moon. And what a treat! Among the usual striated bands of clouds and color above the horizon, there were beautiful cloud formations that looked just like, and moved just like, waves approaching shore. The prairie dogs were sleeping underground, but tracks were visible in the recently wet mud between holes. At least one of the entrances at the edge of the town had been enlarged for a much bigger animal (badger? fox?). Melted water had also pooled up in the dog town flat, creating islands among frozen ponds. Some of the ponds were bordered on their eastern edges by prairie dog scat that had been blown across the water. At least two packs of coyotes sang out their territory and owls of at least two different species called from trees in the canyons.