It's the last day of September, and the weather is fine. I'd originally planned on a longer ride, but got waylaid by other things. So, in my limited time, Red, Kelso, & I meandered over to the gravel pit for a look-see at the ever-changing fall foliage. There have been plenty of geese heading south in their lopsided, cacophonous Vs, but the sand hill cranes were still making their eerie racket in the cow pasture while we tacked up in the barn. The odd, long-legged birds come back every year to nest in the area, and this year raised 3 young cranes. They frequented Red's pasture often, but still he must stand at attention in the barn when they are visible, every fiber of him focused on them out the back door.
It was a day of bird sightings, as we had a mature bald eagle soaring over the farm when we left, and flushed up two grouse which my bird dog soundly ignored, as usual. Yellow-rumped warblers are plentiful right now, flitting through the low branches. We just enjoyed drinking in the day.