According to the clock, Robbin and I got off to a slow start feeding hay to our first-calf heifers, lollygagging over coffee outside in the mid-50s. At the solstice, the sun broke the ridge two hours earlier and pushed 90°at 9:00 a.m. No urgency today in the cool, especially with a bunch of the heifers still grazing the top of the ridge across from the house. Fooling around a little longer, I got the big lens out while the last of these would-be mothers ran off the mountain, just having fun.
With the change of seasons, of light, the migration continues. The Mockingbirds and their incessant birdsongs arrived this week to begin working on the Pomegranates as they ripen. A Peregrine Falcon pair began patrolling our part of the canyon a couple of weeks ago for rock pigeons, the population of which has recently doubled as they take up residence in the horse barn, making a bigger mess than the horses.
Current forecasts call for a 30% chance of rain on Wednesday. Light clouds have been moving in all day, light breeze upcanyon.
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They look like skiers schussing down a brown slope of good powder.
All fingers crossed for rain.
Going to Mineral King Tuesday with Louise to shoot B-roll video.
Maybe that will bring it on.
Earl sure has a lot of good stories and pictures in his book.
And you’ve sure got the shots to illustrate one or two of yours.
Coffee always tastes better on cool mornings. It’s so pleasant to not have to leap forth to beat the heat.
🙂
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