John Hall frequently photographs his mid-Missouri surroundings, and he has been sharing his images with the Missourian for several years.
Few and far between have been cool mornings this summer. Today (Saturday) was such a treat. The hummingbirds enjoyed their morning nectar. They had run out late last night, and at sunrise this morning I brewed them a new batch. Since the sugar water is hot when I take it outside I received a number of "thank you's" and "that's good stuff" from the early rising birds.
There was a detour to the nursing home to visit mother this morning, before going out to check on some other things that haven't fared well lately, either.
The llamas seemed to be enjoying the cool weather but their grazing has come to an end with the drought. Only what their master puts in the feeding stations keeps them alive.
On down the road the once proud log cabin has just about given up the ghost. I've watched that thing for the past 21 years go downhill about as rapidly as the guy taking the photos of it.
Another half-mile or so I came upon Perche Creek that is about as devoid of water as I've ever seen it. It will probably get a lot lower before it ever rises. If the creeks are low on water, the fields of grain are going to be hurting.
The soybean crop isn't going to amount to anything. The corn crop will be so small this year throughout the Midwest that there will be shortages of ethanol for the vehicles and feed for chickens and cattle. Oh boy are the prices of all foodstuffs going to go through the ceiling over the next few months.
Inside the Eagle Bluffs sanctuary there weren't many species. The Blue Heron was wading around in the deepest water it could find, and the level didn't rise above its knee cap if herons have knee caps. If they don't, you still know what I mean.
If you didn't know better you would have thought you were driving around on a September or October morning. The foliage has turned brown, mostly.
It was tough seeing the foliage due to the pea soup dust raised by the vehicles in the area. I'm sure my truck was doing its share of "dust raising" but I didn't look in the rear view mirror.
With not much of anything to photograph, the English Cockers asked if we could all get back to Hall's Half Acre and have some lunch. On the way out of Eagle Bluffs, I noticed a Blue Heron on a high perch looking for something to eat. At that juncture he was a long way from water and I think he might have been waiting for pizza delivery. Right now I don't think he and his kin would refuse any reasonable offer.
(If you can't see the slideshow embedded below, view it on Flickr here.)