While, out-and-about, looking for things to photograph
I had one of these,
Startle and fly into the air.
I scared the pheasant, but I must admit, it also scared me!
Gradually, breathing again, the land, the pheasant and I returned to normal.
🙂 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
(I hate this new way of writing on WordPress!)
Please excuse the mistakes, but this is taking some getting used to!!
It’s very crisp coolness here, of a morning. Not enough to see your breath, but getting close.
By afternoon, late afternoon, around 5 p.m. it is warm. Nicely so.
We are busy, as always, although, the irrigations are now done.
We are waiting for the corn to dry down before we harvest. It takes time.
Days of warmth, rustling of wind through the stalks, nights of cool to cold.
Many such days…each day passing, each day similar to the day before.
Still, change is taking place, in the air, on the cooling earth, in the glowing light of the sky
Silently changing, silently moving forward.
Always
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We finished up the very last of the irrigation of the alfalfa fields this week
At least we think it will be the last,
The air is dipping into the low thirty’s now
So far the little beagle will go with me, but not always.
And not when it’s chilly cold in the morning or chilly cold in the evening. He makes sure to hide. 🙂
The corn whispers and sighs as we drive through
The shadows stretching long against our farm road —the leaves rippling and clattering softly
The sky dappled with vaporous clouds and the silver moon.
The gloaming baths all of us in amazing light.
October…has arrived.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Mom says I have to very careful, out there hunting mice, out there, close to the butler bins
Because now the Coyotes
are moving everywhere on the farm.
(See the quail getting away from the coyote?)
Mom has seen them multiple times
when she is has been out taking photos
So, I stay close
Well, sorta close
I go past the Grain bins
And down by the hay swather and combines
Sometimes Boomer goes with me
Not like he used to go, (I ran away from Boomer, he looked so sad when I did it.)
but he still goes
Just the thought of coyotes makes me jumpy
So, to please Mom,
and to keep close to my buddy, Boomer,
(and to make me feel safe)
I stay pretty much in the farmyard
I think there are enough mice here to keep me busy and full.
Mindy Lou Min-Min Brown
Honey Bee
Those are bugs flying in the air. All types and varieties
Sparrow in flight
The Barn Swallows left us in one huge swirling swoop
These just think they can fly. 🙂
To have one of these fly up in front of you is to startle you greatly (pheasant)
Not a feathered type of flying, but one that flies, never-the-less
And, yes, this really does fly!
ZOOM!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I love taking photos of the moon
I try to capture the moon whenever possible, even with the wrong camera to pick it up.
I look for the moon in the sky, glistening bright and fresh, bejewelling our earth
Sometimes covered in misty crystals of ice…like frozen cobwebs in the air.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
As the mist left the land
Boomer and I took squirrel food and birdseed over to the equipment area
To feed the little critters
For life ‘on the land’ can be a tad harsh in the winter.
After spreading out the treats we (Boomer and I) waited. First, the little chipmunk to show up.
While the chipmunk ran home to deposit the great find. Natures’ vacuum cleaner arrived! 🙂
Leaving nothing behind
Nothing.
I couldn’t put any more out for two reasons: I had not brought enough. And if I came out to scatter more— the birds wouldn’t come back.
Instead, I would get a repeat of the squirrel. 🙂
Darn it.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I put out a camera by the canal
Alongside the road,
To see if we still have deer on the place
Yep. I think so. 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
In the cooler part of the late Summer/early Autumn day, the last load of hay went up to the North Fork to help feed 2,000 sheep.
Now we only have the corn to harvest.
But that will be on a true autumn day. Late October, or November. Or even on a winter day in December. Only time will tell.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Because of an amazing, generous gift, from an Oklahoma Farm Girl
(I cried when I opened the card, I am still so humble and grateful)
I was able to take Boomer to a specialist
Where, upon I learned —
The devastating news
That Boomer has liver disease
Not any of those other things: Nose fungus, pneumonia, tumor in the nose, something stuck in his nose, not a nose anything.
Which is so frustrating because I did have X-rays taken, but was told they were inconclusive
Strangely the X-rays taken this time, showed ME the very large, expanded liver, his chest and everything else x-rayed.
I bawled.
Here I thought I was doing everything right.
Even the prednisone was damaging the already damaged liver.
I didn’t know.
I really didn’t know.
So, now you know.
And now I know.
He is on medication to clear up an infection. Also, one to help the liver digest better.
Other than that—– What we have left is time. One day at a time—time.
Of which, I plan to make the most of.
Oklahoma Farm Lady…thank you ever so much.
My heart is full and breaking.
You gave to me Boomer and his family a lovely gift of Time—one day at a time.
And for THAT We all Thank you!
From my heart to your heart, each and every one of you, Dear Readers,
Linda
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