Something Sweet and Fragile —- Monday, June 25, 2018

We have this darling little nest out in the tractor shed….where one set of hatchlings have already occurred

There are three nests there, but only one female sitting.  No true leisure for her.

Then letting the hen out of the hen house yesterday morning, I realized I had somehow trapped a hummingbird in with the hen overnight.

Well, that’s not a good thing I thought to myself.

Then later on in the afternoon, while laying fresh bedding down, a hummingbird buzzed my head…in the chicken house!

Non-plussed I wondered…what is going on here?!

Looking around to see what would be the attraction of little hummer to a chicken house

I found…

 Another solid little nest, complete with a tiny graceful female hummingbird.

Now the paradox has begun

How to keep the chicken safe from predators at night, allow the hummingbird to feed as long as possible (they feed until dark) and get out early enough (they start feeding at first light) and keep the hen safe.

So at first light, I rush out to the hen house, open the door.  Then at the very tail end of last light, I shut the door, even though the hen has been abed for a little while.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,






A Secret World of Ancient and Mystic Things—-Tuesday, June 5, 2018

Spring and Summer are such magical times.  They are neither dark and dreary, or so brilliantly colored you forget to see the magic happening right in front of your eyes.

Spring and Summer are somehow a time set aside, a time when spirits roam from daylight until dark, and the old gods walk upon the land in that time of Twilight.

Where all those tiny little creatures perform that mystic ritual of building nests

Of this and that

In secret tiny spaces….waiting and sitting and waiting until the whole world is greeted with the joy of bright little babies.

From my world to your heart,


The Dream Which Holds Us—Thursday, May 31, 2018

A squall blew up for a few seconds/minutes yesterday…dropping light rain on the ground and messing up all the just washed windows….ah, well, they will wash again.

Then the clouds dispersed and a steadily strengthening sun came out…I didn’t see a rainbow.  😦

There were other beautiful things to share—the warm evening air, tenting us with the feeling of silk on our skin

The light and shadows falling on those things in bloom, making welcome colors for our eyes

And that sound of always running water, giving life to crops.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


Heaven’s Winds —- Tuesday, May 1, 2018

The wind has been rather rough here of late.  Days of high winds and cold weather.

Still the fragile fruit trees are blooming…bursting forth in masses of blooms in hopes of having fruit.

The wind is armed with cruel arrows of 20 m.p.h. to 40 m.p.h. bursts trying to shatter and scatter the blooms.

Now, today, it’s cold. Windy and cold.

The little birds sit in pairs trying to keep warm.

Still the work goes on.  Early morning to late at night.  The spring sunlight breathing cold with the wind, but stunning in the sky.

From my world to your heart,



Sunlight Poured through the Air—Wednesday, October 4, 3017

“Don’t believe in miracles—depend on them.”–Laurence J. Peter

It was warmer yesterday.  A lovely touch of sunlight, soft breezes and sunlit farm light

(that is a Gambols Quail coming toward me.)

We are still having tiny little hummingbirds visiting the feeder.

Sometimes I see only one, some days none at all…

Then just before the big cold rain I saw six.  My heart goes out to them, traveling so late in the year.  I hope they make it somewhere warm soon.

Then while out on a wee walk with Boomer and Mindy the cat…I found

A heart! A perfect sort of magic!

From my world to your heart,


Feathers of Air and Light and Color— Thursday, September 7, 2017

A tiny movement of color

Shining like  stars amid the flowers

A spirit of air, sunshine and wings

Shimmering in the light like sparkling waves on water

A whisper

On little wings



Single Notes — Sunday, September 3, 2017

Single notes, following one by one—

Everyday things are happening… moving soft-footed throughout time, from daylight into nighttime shadows

The bird migrations are in full movement now…less and less attend my hummingbird feeders, most of the spring and summer birds have left; leaving only the Barn Swallows.  I dread the day when they rise up in a body of one, dancing all together in the sky…then…gone—leaving behind a stillness a lack of chatter, and a loss, of their busy swooping as they feed.

Our oldest daughter sent to me these two stunning photos she took at her work in Grand Junction, Colorado

In the pause of utter stillness after the storm…Rainbows.

The air is cooling now…everything is starting to beat with single notes; the song of Autumn in the air.


Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


A Request for Help, Please—August 21, 2017

We have a varied and wide variety of Hummingbirds in Colorado…I have personally identified at least three here on the farm—-

According to this is the types of hummingbirds identified to Colorado— Colorado
Broad-tailedRufousBlack-chinnedCalliopeBlue-throatedMagnificentAnna’sRuby-throatedBroad-billedWhite-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!



A Malevolent Wind Gave Us Rain—Monday, July 31, 2017

Around four o’clock yesterday afternoon a wind-fretted bundle of clouds blew in churning the air into a seething angry mess!

The little hummingbirds started feeding in a desperate and determined manner.

Suddenly the wind shifted moved west, then north, and finally east, where it slammed into our area with a vengeance untold

Dropping rain in torrent, flattening anything which stood in it’s path.


Then in swirl of angst the wind-fretted rain moved on…drenching everything in it’s path.

By evening the sun started disappearing;  sending slivers of gold and silver among the slate colored clouds.

This morning is clear and bright, although very muddy!   The smells of warming corn stalks and the heady scent of Four O’clocks fill the air.  Along with the chirps and clicks and the buzz of many little wings as the hummers fill their tummies.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,