With the horrible fires in California and the one on the Uncompahgre Plateau, we are experiencing lots and lots of smoke in the air.
Although, the sunrises are beautiful, how it came to be is horrifyingly sad.
Smoke Filled Sunrise
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Ahhhhhhhhhhhh The Life of a Cat
There are trees to climb, and tree houses to play in
Catnip to roll upon
And naps to take. BLISS!
Yesterday a Summer Rain Storm Passed Our Way
It was a heavy quick storm, the moisture was nice. It was in town and not on the hay fields! 🙂
Third Cutting of Hay
If we are lucky and the weather holds we will have a fourth cutting. So far no freeze yet. BUT we have had a killing frost on Labor Day. It doesn’t happen often, but it has happened. Time will tell. Time will tell.
Bittersweet Ending
Summer is going and Fall is approaching.
Sigh!
Although, I really do like the warm days and the cooler evenings, it’s winter that I dread. And it looks like it is coming very early this year. We only had about two weeks of really hot weather, so I figure we only had about two weeks of summer.
Other signs are out there, the song birds have flown, the hummers have left, the milkweed is blowing and the cattails are starting to split. All this started about the middle of August…now this
Update, by Honey the Hen
Well, it happened! My Mom put me, Cluck-Cluck and Nervous Netty back in the hen house. I don’t know whether to be happy or sad about this turn of events.
I rather enjoy my new coat of feathers, I just LLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEE preening them. I can do it for hours and hours, it’s just so relaxing. I close my eyes and {{ POW}} in my mind’s eye I am the prettiest chicken in the whole hen house. Just like when Roo lived here. But I digress.
Last week Mom just didn’t come get us to let us out…we (Cluck-Cluck and Netty and I) hollered and flew at the door, but she didn’t come. After awhile we decided, Heck this isn’t so bad, and it wasn’t.
We all agreed having a ‘real’ nest to lay an egg in is really very nice, and the Old Biddies seem to have forgotten they don’t like us. (We remember though, we remember, and try not to get any of them mad, those girls have VERY SHARP Beaks.. shiver, shiver.)
So life is good once more, we stay in the house, lay our eggs, and then when Mom gets home we get to run around in the garden and on the lawn. Mom said she was afraid she couldn’t tell us apart, but Cluck-Cluck and I remember Mom and go right up to her and hover around her feet and try to help her weed.
Heck, Cluck-Cluck even tried to sit on Dad’s lap. He was rather horrified and flung her off—said something about poop on his lap as he pushed Cluck-Cluck off. I really didn’t understand what it was all about. Geez!
Speaking of weeding, Mom said she was really glad we got our feathers back because she was tired of the scratching we did in all her flower beds, flower pots, and in the garden. I really don’t see the harm, and the vegetables really do taste better on the vine than in the scrap pot. We just took a little peck here and there; the stuff was still there for Mom to use if she wanted too.
Mom also said I had to stop being the Guard Chicken. That the dog was in charge,
not me. But I figured I could take over the dog’s job, shoot he is old, 7 to 9 years old, and I am young, 1.5 years old. I did a good job too. I took on Shadow Sam the Cat, and Monkey the Cat, man could I make them spin out, claws scratching on the cement.
I was really rather surprised to take on Shadow Sam and have him run, for I’ve seen Shadow Sam take on Rottweilers! But I P.R.O.V.E.D. that I am the better guard for I wouldn’t let ANY of them come into the shade if Mom and Dad where resting there drinking tea or lemonade.
The last time I chased the cats I did hear Dad say something about “that hen can hold her own now; it’s time she stays in the hen house”.
Oh!
Goodness!
It was the next day Mom didn’t come to let us out.
Oh!
Oh…I see now!
Oh well, it was time, I am a good guard and those old biddies don’t bother me, not now or ever more!!!!!
It’s Time
(An off-center photo of the bean combine ready to enter the field)
The beans were ready when we got back from Wyoming and Nebraska. So DH pulled the beans, then rod-weeded them.
Let them dry for a week
Today they are at the beanery, being cleaned and sacked to go to some table somewhere out there. Nothing left but bean straw in the field.
Wordless Wednesday–Well Almost
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(once more time)
(wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee)
And then we saw………………sigh! Joy!
Getting to Know You (Oscar Hammerstein)
We had another neat experience, blog related! Jim and Brenda drove 4 hours to see us and pick up a load of hay! After a simple lunch and a couple of hours of fun conversation they were back on the road again.
Getting to know our blogging friends sure is nice!
If You Search Long Enough Someone Will Have It
Since we were traveling to Wyoming, to visit Kath and Daryl, DH wanted to make a circle and head into Bridgeport, Nebraska, to go shopping.
Have you EVER seen so many old tractors and parts?
These little jaunts to ‘buy parts’ always amaze me.
And he found what he needed!
Life on a Colorado Farm 