This is a most unusual August. It feels more like September. Not even early September, but late September.
We are having lots of rain…scary now that the alfalfa is down; needing to dry and become hay.
The air is very cool, although it makes for nice sleeping at night.
While working out by the 1970 John Deere grain auger a little Quail flew up on the corral fence…then in a graceful movement walked
to the the bottom rung of the hay stack fence…calling gently in the velvet air for his or her mate.
Later in the day, as the sun warmed the air, making pools of bright light, and the bees worked busily in the Russian Sage; I watched a hawk land lazily on the electric pole next to our yard.
We watched each other for the longest time. Then with a very silent lift of it’s wing — the sun sent the hawk’s shadow over the lawn, then over where I was working; rising up, up, up in the sky I saw it no more.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,