Category Archives: Photographs

Juvenile Red Tail

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I was met at the gate after feeding the calves and changing my water this morning by this young Red Tail, hanging around and close to the ground, presumably, in case I might kick a squirrel out into the open.

FRESH TRACKS

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Evening horses hipshot
talk through pipe rails

this side of the road
and new double-yellow line,
Dry Creek’s gauging station
in a canopy of sycamores,
along the red-post fence
Bob and Chuck built—
green posts driven
by Satero and son.

We are in the picture
somewhere, but it seems
like yesterday’s horses still
standing in the same place.

Relatives

Common Gourd

Common Gourd

Armenian Cucumber

Armenian Cucumber

Italian Zucchini

Italian Zucchini

Roadside Sunflowers

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Helianthus annuus

RECLAIMING SPACE

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Great hatch of birds, wild
turkey hens at dawn move upon
the short dry feed inside the wire,
quail coveys grown and begun again
cross the road, herons and egrets
occupy the sandy flats along the creek,
stand like sentries, claim their space.

Cherries, early peaches and apricots
gone before ripe, before filling
with colored juices—not one escaped.
This younger generation prefers
dry bitter flesh. Season opens with
a pellet gun feeding cats, kittens
playing with the wings of woodpeckers.

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Pickles & Pickles

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‘Pokey’

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Remnant of our foray into raising registered Herefords, this son of MWH Miss Advance 558 has been with us since September 3, 2007, garnering limited duty until this past year. He has, however, been the subject of many funny incidents repeated in stories from us all. Slow to grow because we didn’t push him, and not quite the quality of our purchased Hereford bulls, he was a coming three year-old before we used him, and then sparingly. Year before last, we gave him work with our late calving cows segregated along the creek. Each time we added a little bunch, he was there to meet the gooseneck, on the run at the rattle, even if we were hauling horses. We failed to tip and train his horns down when he was young, hence his nickname: boss of all the bulls, going wherever he wanted.

More Paint

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The white fog lines were added Monday afternoon, but only extend a mile beyond our driveway where the asphalt narrows. Like some of the ground squirrels still hopping over the double-yellow line, we’re a little suspicious of all this fresh paint.

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It all depends…

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Pomegranate

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The myth of Persephone, the goddess of the Underworld, also prominently features the pomegranate. In one version of Greek mythology, Persephone was kidnapped by Hades and taken off to live in the underworld as his wife. Her mother, Demeter (goddess of the Harvest), went into mourning for her lost daughter and thus all green things ceased to grow. Zeus could not allow the Earth to die, so he commanded Hades to return Persephone. It was the rule of the Fates that anyone who consumed food or drink in the Underworld was doomed to spend eternity there. Persephone had no food, but Hades tricked her into eating six pomegranate seeds while she was still his prisoner and so, because of this, she was condemned to spend six months in the Underworld every year. During these six months, when Persephone is sitting on the throne of the Underworld next to her husband Hades, her mother Demeter mourns and no longer gives fertility to the earth. (Exert from Wikipedia)