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.
at my feeders now, plus two pair of the Bullock Orioles/
My photos are STILL not very good, but I’m working on them.
Part of the problem is how shy the Bullock’s are —
the hummers are getting better about having me around.
I can work in the flowers right under the feeders with them flying all around…
the second I get my camera…………………sigh.
Then I saw a RUFUS humming bird…he and his mate were have a great time mixed in with all the other hummers…
I was extremely excited to see and actually get a photo of the little bird.
Have a good one everyone…we are off to haul firewood today. Seems strange to think of firewood in July, but we must if we are going to stay warm this summer. We will haul seven Dodge truck loads minimum before we have enough…last year the winter went on way too long and really needed 9 truck loads. So one day a week for the next seven (possibly nine) weeks we will be hauling wood!