The Gambol Quail have pre-teen kids right now.
They are so cute! Hanging with Mom and Dad, learning how to be an adult.
We have another set or two, but I only got photos of this family.
What a treat!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Meanwhile— in between meeting up with Carolyn and Wayne and coming back to the farm
The alflafa
was ready to cut
Thanks to hot (HOT), dry, windy weather, the hay was ready to bale in the early morning light.
Back from Ouray, we started stacking it.
I put the ad out on Facebook Marketplace —and the first bales have left for new homes.
Word of the day—Pluviophile (n): a person who finds calm, happiness, and peace of mind in the rain.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
From Sara and all the fur and wool kids—what a gift! ( Myfavoritesheep.blogspot.com )
I am so incredibly blessed!
Yes, I am.
Your friend on a Western Colorado farm,
Linda
I like to go for rides! In the Pick-Up with Mom and Dad.
I get to see lots and lots of stuff. I like learning about STUFF!
Mom makes me wear my harness; as soon as she puts it on, I KNOW! WHEEEEE! Off we get to go!
I don’t whine or meow or anything. When I get tired, I curl up on Mom’s lap and sleep.
I have, also, figured out MICE! I watched Mindy bring Mice to Mom and get lots and lots of pets for bringing Mom mice. So I got Mom a mouse also.
That Mouse was LOTS of FUN! I played with it here and there and, well, gosh everywhere.
No, I didn’t eat it. I only eat cereal and yummy stuff in a can. The eating mouse thing, Mindy does I just don’t get.
Anyway…I AM A BIG KID NOW!
TLC Cai-Cai
After early morning irrigation
Before the day started to grow into heat
Terry started the process of
Of swathing the second field of alfalfa
We leave the windows open all the time so now our house smells like ‘fresh mown hay’
YAY!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Trying to photograph birds in flight has me deleting many, many photos
It’s rather a surprise when I actually get a good one
Most of the time the snaps show blurs
Or just wings or tail feathers
Where it is hard to figure out just WHAT
It is I’m trying to get in a photo.
Ah well, at least I can delete and try, try again!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Talk to you tomorrow!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We finished up the work we must get done…just that stuff that could not wait.
After the company came, supper was over and all were in bed…late into the night.
Terry and I went outside and sat in the glider…just sitting. Not really doing anything.
Just sitting– listening to the leaves rustling overhead, the back and forth of the glider peaceful in the very warm night.
The moon a crescent, a sliver of light close by a shining brilliant star
We sat there gliding back and forth, back and forth like we were riding on the wings of angels.
“It was rapture enough just to sit there beside him in silence, alone in the summer night in the white splendor of moonshine.”—L.M. Montgomery, The Blue Castle
From my heart to your world,
Linda
It is high summer the sky is a clear blue, the heat is elevated, afternoon thunder storms roll in cooling us down; the humidity causing us pant in desperation
Yet the summer has been good…all the hay is sold; first and second cuttings.
Blade helped…nice for him and for us!
The corn is starting to tassel out!
The pinto beans are growing right along…
The last cultivation of all crops is over for the rest of the year! 🙂
High Summer…the best part of the year.
Come winter I will be assailed by memories
Of these innocent heat filled days.
Come winter…
….I won’t think of that bleak time ahead. Instead I will enjoy this spot in time.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
First light—-one would think that the air is silent but it isn’t, not at all.
The are birds calling, water rushing in the canal–
10:00 a.m. There is a rich green smell of the alfalfa field as the day heat up.
The birds and the insects are full voice, by this time, and the air dances with life.
Clouds scuttled over the top of us, causing the sun to highlight Hay Stack Mountain way at the end of Roubioux Canyon. When Terry and I were young the old-timers would tell that Hay Stack Mountain was scared to the Ute Indians. And (if) you were to climb to the top there you would see many Indian artifacts. Neither Terry nor I have ever been on Hay Stack Mountian. The road is closed to motorized vehicles, one must either walk or ride a horse.
Coming home (from a magnificent meal with our daughter and son-in-law who live in Grand Junction, Colorado) we drove in a rainstorm complete with a rainbow.
Colorado rainstorms can be abrupt and vigorous—the wind blows in black clouds– then they break dropping water in a rush.
Quickly the storm moved toward the north and the east…leaving us with a sky full of vivid color.
Your friend
Linda
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