~I was going to take a photo of the Harvest Moon tonight; however, the moon is obscured by clouds. So, I am using a photo, I took, of the 2016 Harvest Moon. To view click on Harvest Moon.
~Origin of the Harvest Moon (from Space.com)
The term Harvest Moon traces back to preindustrial times, when farmers — lacking the technology available today — were pressed by the season and welcomed a moonlit week to stretch the shortening daylight hours. Their fields had to be harvested before the farm could be bundled up for the impending winter season. Crops had to be housed. Firewood had to be cut. The daylight hours were rapidly diminishing at this time of year; seemingly, there was not enough time for all the chores that needed to be done in the sun. The Harvest Moon was a welcome lantern in the early evening sky.
Howard and I decided that we were going to take a hike down into the canyon. For three days we watched others descending into the canyon. We wanted to experience the adventure for ourselves. We knew we couldn’t go too far; a mile or two would do.
These tiny birds travel in flocks. This summer we have enjoyed seeing them in our yard, but I haven’t seen them for the last several days. They swoop down into the trees, moving rapidly, hunting aphids and other tiny insects; constantly chattering to each other.
They are attracted to the suet feeders I have around the yard, but not the other feeders.
Note: If you would like to learn more about these pretty, tiny birds click here: Bushtits
I have been trying to capture this male, Black-chinned Hummingbird for awhile. He is very shy, and smart about staying hidden in the trees. These photos aren’t the best, but show his black chin and purple band around the neck.
It is late evening and a time for rest.
In the photo below a female Broad-tailed Hummingbird is sitting on a pine branch looking east. Perhaps she is reflecting on her day or contemplating her upcoming, long journey south.
evening’s last light
before darkness descends
stay safe and warm
It makes us feel good to provide these tiny birds with energy, in the form of syrup, to assist them along on their long, difficult journey.