On my way into work the sun was amazingly beautiful!

I couldn’t help but feel joy clear down into my soul.

Good Morning World!
On my way into work the sun was amazingly beautiful!

I couldn’t help but feel joy clear down into my soul.

Good Morning World!
Any day now…we are expecting a killing frost. (The nights are dropping into the 40s Our average frost date is October 21st.)

The signs are there, or am I just mis-reading them? Time will tell.

Fuzzy Doddle McDoodle Dude Brown loves to change water.

And it isn’t just running with the four-wheeler, and it isn’t just running in the ditches, it’s the water.

He just loves the water!

But when you run very, very fast over acres and acres, and You Are Old, like your people…..it just plain wears you out!

Plus a sticker in the paw is a good excuse to rest!
The next set of ducks have now grown up enough to merge with the big ducks. Some of these won’t stay with us, in fact six of these cuties have already been rehomed. The duck area is really only big enough for about fifteen to twenty ducks.

But the kids are expanding the pond this weekend and expanding the pen. All is right with our little duck world.

The grandkids’ Daddy built this really neat treehouse this summer. On the weekend’s the whole family climbs up the limbs and spends the night.
Great memories for everyone.

Whether I’m up or down or in or out or just plain overhead … (Train)

when I look to the sky, I know things will be alright!
Everything is fine over here; nothing to worry about.
The sky last night just reminded me of this song by Train.

I’ve been wanting to take you on another one of the passes not far from where we live. This one is right outside of Ridgeway, Colorado
one hour from our house. It is called Owl Creek pass. Elevation is over 10,000 feet.

We travel through the Saw Tooth Mountains and around to the otherside of said mountains

There we stopped and played in the creek (and ate lunch).

Until we got to the Silver Jack Reservoir.

Some of our irrigation water comes from the Silver Jack, some from the Ridgeway Dam,

but most of the water comes out of Taylor Reservoir above Gunnison into Blue Mesa Dam.

We then headed home over Cimaron Pass into Cimaron, Colorado.

That’s the mountains we were just in, way back there in the back…those little blue peaks.
The last cutting of the year is done on this field, but we still need to irrigate. Irrigation goes on until a HUGE killing frost occurs. Sometimes fall is very, very dry here causing the hay to be watered until late September and/or early October.

Of course you don’t want the fields to go into winter wet, but you do need to have them go into winter healthy. The main irrigation water from Blue Mesa Dam, will be turned off the last week in October. Golly, gee, that isn’t very far away now.
The onion farmers are in the swing of harvest with the cow people starting the silage/ensilage harvest on Labor Day.
Alfalfa is harder to get wet and to stay wet, so we put (yes, I help) gated pipe in the middle of field to water the rest of the way. Next year this field of alfalfa will be plowed under and turned into a corn field. Corn is easier to water so we won’t need to use these pipes.

Corn harvest is close now…..very close. Maybe in October, we will just have to wait and see what the weather brings.
Happy Labor Day!
Remember those cute little baby ducks from last July?

Here they are today!
And those scrawny little goats rescued from the Sale Barn

I can’t ever get a good photo of them, because they are so afraid one or the other might get a cookie and the other one won’t.
I carry Vanilla Wafers with me at all times, it’s always nice to have a cookie with a friend.
Sometimes the baler ties a string too tight or a knot slips, usually if the hay is too wet from the dew. When that happens I go out with a wagon and load the broken bales into the wagon. Those bales will be fed up quickly, either to the grandkids’ goats or our cows.
Terry continues to haul in the whole bales with the stack wagon. Sometimes we load some of the bales into the loader.
Since Evan has been in New York, Zooker (his teacup poodle) has been taking turns staying with Misty or us. One thing Zooker LOVES is to ride on the four-wheeler! So even though he was supposed to be with the little kids, I drove down and got him, letting him help us haul hay.

A farm dog he isn’t, but boy has he loved learning how to be one.