After several weeks of hot and humid weather with showers almost every day, as of late, there seems to be a change in the air. Yesterday the clouds were dark and ominous, which, actually, made for some nice pictures along the trail. But, this afternoon, when Millie and I were out and about, the sun was shining and the air had a clean, crisp feeling. I even made it home with a dry shirt, for a change. Could it be that fall will come early this year?
Of course, the Eclipse was the big news of the week, but here in our neck of the woods, I was the only one who showed any interest in the event. The Cowboy absolutely refused to go outside, opting instead to stay inside and take a nap. It was later that I read that the Navajo stay inside and do not observe the eclipse out of reverence for what they say is an intimate event between the earth, moon and sun. So maybe that was the thing with him, for his roots are intertwined with Native American. I was reminded of how he always refuses to go inside the large Indian cave that is near here, saying he feels spirits all around. Or heck, he may have just wanted to take a long nap while it was dark and quiet, which, looking back, really wasn't a bad idea at all.
The time for migration is soon approaching for the little Ruby-Throated Hummingbirds that have fed here since last spring. It has been a chore to keep the feeders cleaned and filled with fresh sweet nectar, but, as always, I have enjoyed these little hummers immensely and will eagerly await their return next year.
I've never been to Montana's Big Sky Country, and probably never will, but I was reminded of it yesterday when I snapped this picture. Let's see... Could it be that the Little Bighorn River lies somewhere right over yonder rise...