Friday, June 15, 2012


Brome grass in bloom

Walking toward the house from work last night. 

Sun setting behind me, going down on a glorious day.

Last one out, watering up old Boston, who was injured by another cow and can't walk to drink for herself. She drinks a lot and the hose won't reach, but I don't begrudge her. She is a sweet old thing...poor bos.

Suddenly right at my face, right at my eyes, speeding, buzzing, blazing, comes a coal, glowing red, fiery orange, trailing flaming halos.


I ducked.

Then laughed.

That's what the sun will do with a ruby-throated hummingbird that's tame and friendly and whirring over to say hi.


June said...


Cathy said...

So, we live happily waiting for those sublime moments.

threecollie said...

June, that is just how I felt too, fabulously blessed by fortune!

Cathy, you said it exactly. I could not believe what I saw and I cannot describe well enough what it looked like. It was just about dark in front of me with light behind and that little bird's throat just blazed. I couldn't even see the bird....just the glowing throat.