Communing With Nature

The best of about twenty tries to take a picture of hummingbirds, and they aren't too shiny, appear below.

These days are so pleasant. Cheyenne set a temperature record low for a high for August: 49 degrees F. It was 40 degrees here at 6:30 a.m. when the dogs went out but it was just pleasantly cool here-warm in the sunshine and it was a perfect day to do something... or nothing. I put some tools and supplies away but mostly napped a little and enjoyed being alive. The land is beautiful this year and I soaked it in. There were few cars on the road and even the critters were content to just be.

Honey is acting a little goofy. I think spaying is in her near future. I always kind of regretted spaying Goody because she was no problem at all. But that was Goody and I pledged at the pound that I would take care of it. I have a feeling that Honey will be boy crazy. It would not hurt her to get settled down a little. She is a risk-taker. Being a dog on the Rez is risk enough without tempting fate. One time the boys and I counted 33 dead dogs on the highway between here and town. August -the dog days- are the worst.

I understand that the Olympics are going on. I don't get NBC out here. I used to enjoy watching them but I think they're kind of silly in some respects. A gold medal for B-B guns at thirty feet? N0w a duel would be interesting. I hope that Phelps boy turns out better than Mark Spitz. Spitz has been living in his own shadow for 30 years or so. Peaking too early is always a little sad to watch but I haven't had to cope with that myself- never peaked.