Around four o’clock yesterday afternoon a wind-fretted bundle of clouds blew in churning the air into a seething angry mess!
The little hummingbirds started feeding in a desperate and determined manner.
Suddenly the wind shifted moved west, then north, and finally east, where it slammed into our area with a vengeance untold
Dropping rain in torrent, flattening anything which stood in it’s path.
Then in swirl of angst the wind-fretted rain moved on…drenching everything in it’s path.
By evening the sun started disappearing; sending slivers of gold and silver among the slate colored clouds.
This morning is clear and bright, although very muddy! The smells of warming corn stalks and the heady scent of Four O’clocks fill the air. Along with the chirps and clicks and the buzz of many little wings as the hummers fill their tummies.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,