Dry River   Leave a comment

Well, it’s not quite dry; but it’s pretty close.

The fluff thrown off by the willows and cottonwoods has washed up in drifts.  In the morning sun, the dew made it glitter like frost.

It flecks the surface of what water is left.  This egret must be getting good fishing.

Walking down in the river bed, I could get some new perspectives.  I hadn’t realized how the grapevines overwhelmed the trees in spots.

There was a buttonwillow still in bloom.  Bees and butterflies love the little UFO-shaped flowers; this one sat patiently while its portrait was taken.

In fact, it was taken twice; and it was hard to decide which one to use.  So . . .

. . . here’s an encore for Mr. (Ms?) Tiger Swallowtail.

I drove Kody again today, after a couple of months off.  It’s just been too darn hot.  Today, though, it was still in the seventies when we set off in the late morning — almost unknown for a Bakersfield July.  Kody was just fine, despite his long rest.  One of his many good points is that he doesn’t come untrained when he has a layoff.  He trotted along in his usual workmanlike way, though we didn’t go far, because he’s gotten way too fat.  David was commenting on how hard it was for the feeders to judge how little he needs.  If I can get him back to work regularly, though, he’ll get trimmed down a bit.

He’s happy the way he is, though!

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Posted July 17, 2012 by stablewoman in Horses, Kern River, Kody

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