I love feeding the birds
And watching the Canada Geese and the Sandhill Cranes creating their own gusting wind in the great blue of the sky!
If Boomer and I sit quietly then great flocks of birds come calling
Trying to rush us away so they also may peck and scratch at the tummy-warming black sunflower seeds
While out on the (now empty land) the other day, I saw a Sundog hanging silently in the sky.
It was still there, as the huge clouds built promising ‘weather’ when I came back from feeding the birds over by the equipment area.
Cold weather coming, the Sundogs say. I like to think of them as wee little rainbows before the bitter cold.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm