This is a most unusual August. It feels more like September. Not even early September, but late September.
We are having lots of rain…scary now that the alfalfa is down; needing to dry and become hay.
The air is very cool, although it makes for nice sleeping at night.
While working out by the 1970 John Deere grain auger a little Quail flew up on the corral fence…then in a graceful movement walked
to the the bottom rung of the hay stack fence…calling gently in the velvet air for his or her mate.
Later in the day, as the sun warmed the air, making pools of bright light, and the bees worked busily in the Russian Sage; I watched a hawk land lazily on the electric pole next to our yard.
We watched each other for the longest time. Then with a very silent lift of it’s wing — the sun sent the hawk’s shadow over the lawn, then over where I was working; rising up, up, up in the sky I saw it no more.
Our stupefying heat has broken! Yesterday a big storm blew in, crashed around and blew out–no real rain. But right behind it was cool air! Enough cool air to feel like an early fall day! It isn’t, but it is a nice.
This little Swallow was a little puffed up this morning waiting for the sun to break through the clouds.
We have been seeing lots of the Gambel’s Quail in the hollows and valley’s along the hillsides of the farm. This one was trying to keep us from the nest!
Boomer and I saw Ruth the Wise Owl…she was waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay over there, that’s why the photo is so blurry. Boomer bayed at her. She did not respond.
Then there is this lovely (does anyone know what type of bird this is?) I have several living in the old cotton wood tree in the yard.
Terry and I are just about caught back up…only hay to haul and wood chips to scatter on in my yard. Sure is a good feeling. The ditch rider cut the water back, we will have to change water more now and not be able to set as many rows. It can all be done, it just takes time.
I hope each and everyone of you are having a perfect summer day.
We had to replace two broken sticks of pipe (5 feet long) in one of the fields.
That is the bad thing about the plastic pipe, the sunlight finally gets to them and they start to crack.
They never break at a ‘good time’, nothing ever works that way does it?
So Terry turned the water out and then we pulled apart the sticks, ran them over to the broken pipe pile, ran over to the stash of good pipe and put them back together last evening. (We waited until it cooled down some since this was rather hot work in and of itself).
A little quail was singing to us at the broken pipe pile—he was up in a tree, which I thought was rather cool.
Around 8:30 p.m. we got everything back together and the water back on.
This morning everything is working good!
Happy Wednesday! We are in the middle of the week!