I was right that the storms happened late enough on Tuesday evening that they didn’t make it into the local paper. This morning’s paper reported funnel clouds, hail, and wind storms all over the area, but there doesn’t seem to have been any injuries or major property damage. As I learned in this comment thread, my photo yesterday was of clouds known as “mammatus.” In my explorations of the topic, I found Kitty’s Tornado Terminology, a good glossary of terms related to violent storms.
Category: Photos
Cloud sculpture
A cold front moving into the area sculpted the clouds into fantastic shapes yesterday afternoon.
The Road Home
The lines on our road were repainted today. I was trapped behind the truck doing so on my way out this morning.
I arrived at the barn just as my trainer was preparing to set out on the trail with a group of kids. I briefly considered grabbing Hap (who does not get ridden on the trail by the young woman who is leasing him) but my trainer suggested I take Magic, a friend’s horse. (Magic’s superior quality is indicated by the fact that she is one of the few horses I ever had the guts to hunt. Back when we were both a lot younger and fitter, of course.) I was happy that I didn’t take Hap because two of the other horses on the ride became quite rude at one point. Hap’s response to other horses’ rudeness has always been, “Look at me: I can beat that!”
We rebuilt a few old brush jumps so that the kids could start getting a feel of what cross country is like. The horses were kind enough to jump them even though most of the jumps could have been trotted.
I saw an amazing variety of wild-flowers considering how late in the season it is, probably due to the afternoon storms we have been having. The meadows through which we were riding looked as though they belong on a postcard titled “Colorado High Plains.”
Waterfall
Waterfall at Castle Pines
Early August morning
Chicken wrangling
Yesterday, along with two other people, I helped my friend take her three chickens for a walk. And yes, Martha, the one at the bottom, really is that white.
Sunset
Three chicks
The chicks are growing up. Cottage cheese is a special treat.
Dudley
Whenever I give him a chew (this one was chosen because of its supposedly superior teeth cleaning abilities) Dudley will lay with it between his paws for about a half an hour. I have never been able to decide if he is savoring the anticipation, or hoping desperately that somebody will come along and try to take it from him.
Hummingbird with Rainbow
Yesterday evening, Jack and I spent some time on the deck watching the thunderstorm and the resulting rainbow.