We have been having flocks of these little birds; hanging around in the yard and in the corn field.
They don’t seem to eat seeds, since they are leaving the feeders alone.
If anyone knows would you leave a comment in the comment section?
Thank you very much,
Linda
We have now reached a time when we are up WAY before the sun
“Stuff’ starts happening,
just as soon as the first set of water takes place, as the sun peaks over the horizon spreading sunshine like a veil on the night cooled land.
All loaded out hay goes out early before the sharp, brilliant heat bakes into the land
Then the work begins.
Terry and I work on
hanging steel for the walls
of the new building
Of course you do realize it’s mostly Terry that does most the work…although, he assures me he couldn’t get it done if I didn’t help 🙂
Then when the heat is a silent, stabbing pain I work on painting the trim on the house
That way I can move around in the shade! 🙂 I still have the upstairs and the west side and half of the east side and I will be DONE!
Then as the coming dusk fills the sky and the earth (it’s coming earlier now)
It’s time for another set of water
The slice of Moon lighting the sky,
on the very last run to change water, around 10:00 p.m.
This is what we’ve been doing on these early fall days. 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We are dry here. Of course it rained and rained all through the third cutting hay 🙂 pretty much how haying season goes. 🙂
But the night air is very mild even cold before the sun comes up in the morning.
Still the plants grow gently larger and larger…waiting for that time called harvest
It won’t be long now until pinto bean harvest….the pods are starting to stripe and the leaves to turn yellow
Terry is watching the crops daily now…checking how hard the corn kernels are becoming, where the pods are on the pinto beans…we still work several times a day with the mountain water irrigating the crops,
The other day a summer storm blew in…not that kind that drops water on the ground, but the kind which drops water toward the earth, BUT dries up BEFORE it hits the ground
Leaving us a Rainbow, in the small silence the phantom raindrops made in the air.
My eyes and my heart reached up from the shadows on the ground — Rainbows always say to me—Good things are sure to come!
From my heart to your world,
Linda
“We are all heroes. We are all helpless. It just depends on the day.”—Brad Meltzer
We got to go to our youngest granddaughter’s soccer game yesterday!
Of course we are the typical doting grandparents
Loving every second sitting out there in the noon day sun!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Early this week we were blessed with the shy dancing lights
Of Rainbows!
Our air was full of the scent of Sweet Alyssum, Four O’Clocks and wonderful ozone
As the sun started to set, the sun’s rays broke through the western clouds shining white hot into the immense rain soaked air
Making rainbows in the sky; catching in the fine gossamer of the sprinkler…glinting rainbows upon the heavens and on the earth.
Today I give to you Rainbows!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
“The things we truly love stay with us always locked in our hearts as long as life remains.”–Josephine Baker
As I said in yesterday’s post, the grandchildren came for two days this weekend, then the two oldest went home and the youngest got to stay “ONE MORE NIGHT”!
She was more than willing to make the night water checks
We are so blessed!
Our grandson has grown so much! He helped load out hay–one hundred plus bales, and anything or everything else we might need help with–and, of course, helped Grandpa change water, even way in the dark.
I was so surprised to see that Blade has grown so tall over this summer…almost as tall as Grandpa!
Time flies if you measure it by children.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Daily I watch the trees starting to turn…first a slight lightening of the leaves
The weight of their slumber is like a shooting light upon the lush green of the land.
The morning and evening air is more purple than rose, moving toward the light lavender of winter
Our grandchildren were here for the weekend—one more time before school starts (today).
Linkin, our oldest granddaughter loves to take photos (a wee bit like her grandmother, I think 🙂 )
Capturing this busy little bee covered in pollen
In the dancing light—she generously allowed me to share these with you. Thank you, Linky!
Summer…gradually it is vanishing…like a ghost flitting through a forgotten graveyard.
The birds on their migratory flights…tell us…Autumn is coming.
Stand with me to welcome in that glorious, wondrous, bright season between Summer and Winter
From my heart to your world,
Linda
We have a varied and wide variety of Hummingbirds in Colorado…I have personally identified at least three here on the farm—-
According to hummingbirds.net this is the types of hummingbirds identified to Colorado— Colorado
Broad-tailed, Rufous, Black-chinned, Calliope, Blue-throated, Magnificent, Anna’s, Ruby-throated, Broad-billed, White-eared, Green Violet-ear.
I think this is the Black-Chin hummingbird
This is a Rufus…they are the bullies of the whole bunch
Although I adore their coloring!
I think I’ve seen a Calliope and a Broad Tail
But I don’t know what this little one is
It’s little beak is even blue like it’s adorable feathers.
If anyone of you happens to know would you leave a the answer in the comment section?
Thank you very much!
Linda
“There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever.”— Elizabeth Lawrence
If I had to pick a favorite season….I think I might struggle a bit…the early spring days lift me up after the thin winter sun, which painted long blue shadows void of warmth and color. Spring lifts me up like the greening of the trees color the brown drab landscape.
Then summer with all it’s heat, which sits heavy and still, on the land, and swarms of chores—which seem never ending.
After which comes fall with the crisp, clear days and immense bursts of color; bring the world into life, in a way none of the other seasons can.
But if I am forced to pick…I would pick SUMMER!
For beats with a song only the humming of the stars in the heavens, (and in my heart, my mind, and my soul), can understand.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
Each day we are moving closer and closer to fall…there is a wee nip in the air come first light, enough to make Boomer, Sam and Mindy curl into balls to keep warm. Those silly furry things still want to sleep outside, but soon they will [all] choose the warmed of the house.
It was 51* f here (10.55 c) when we got up this morning. Very odd for August. More like September…late September.
Still the view on the farm is green and gentle; the mild air warming up to a soft and lovely warmth.
Terry is baling hay in the lingering dew…too much and the bales will rot, not enough and the leaves fall off the stem, making the hay useless. So carefully, at just the right time, the dried alfalfa is gathered by the baler and smashed into bales spreading that fresh hay smell throughout the farm.
Then later in the day we—and yes it is a true ‘we’— have been working on laying steel for the extension to the other building.
And I have begun painting the trim on the house. I want to get it done so I can paint some of the lawn furniture. I also need to go down to the other place and paint the old chicken house. I’ve been wanting to do that for several years, but can never seem to get the time. I’m hoping this is the year I can get it done!
Anyway, not much going on here with the crops…changing water the big thing and the consistent work.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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