The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— A Visit with Friends

Mom and I headed over to the other equipment area to ‘do some work’.  Mom goes over with Dad to help Dad do something hard…like change out a fuel pump, work on the chain on the pickup header, you know ‘stuff’; things I don’t have to do EVER!

So, while they were working, I took myself off to see what I could see, learn what I could learn, and find out all the news on that part of the farm.

I was sniffing along

when suddenly from out of no-where came Quade’s wife Quick and all the little Quails…cheeping and chirping as they scuttled along…they came so very fast and in such a large group I nearly jumped out of my dog fur!

As they scuttled away Quade appeared.

Quade and I visited for a spell, then he was off…he didn’t want Quick to get too far out of his sight.

Closer to the old (filled in) ensilage pit I ran into Stewart and Stanley.

They chattered with me for a long time, but I found listening to them rather hard…full cheeks and communication do NOT make good partners….

Stewart kept spitting little chunks as he talked…kinda interesting and gross all at the same time.

I had headed over to the little asparagus patch, down the tiny draw there when I hear the high-pitched whistle of …. HAWK!

I jerked my head up to look into the branches of the very ancient willow tree and saw….a wind-blow hawk surveying the place where Quade and his little family had just vacated.

I raced back up the small rise in the land, ran over to Mom, turned around and, raised my right front paw, straightened out my whole body so I was an arrow from the tip of my nose to the tip of the tail, lifted my head up and HOWLED!!!  Pointing with all my might at the tip of the old Willow tree and the hawk!

Mom and Dad stopped whatever they were doing looked at me, looked at where I was pointing and saw that hawk surveying the farm for lunch!

“Good Job, Boomer!”  Mom came over to where I was standing, took out her camera and took several photos of the hawk.  Just as she finished the hawk took off; flying up high into the sky, then way over onto the back of the farm on the Back Forty…a long way from where Stewart, Stanley, Quade, and the chipmunks live. Thank Goodness!

Mom and Dad did a little bit more of whatever they were doing.

Then Mom called me and put me on the four-wheeler, gave me a pat and a kiss on the nose; we were off.

 

Heading home

where Mindy Cat is safe from the likes of at big bird predator in the sky.

And Mom and Dad and I can do ‘stuff’ around the farmyard, instead.

Boomer Beaglie Brown

 

 

 

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There in the Sky Simple and Definite—-Thursday, September 20, 2018

We had thick heavy clouds all day yesterday, threatening rain, but none fell right here

Then as the sun was starting to set the whole sky lite up in a lighthearted affair…the sun striking the clouds in a golden shower of color.

The slanting rays sending out streaks of light blazing the underneath of the heavy hanging clouds with a brilliant glow of gold, and orange, and pink, and purple…

The color echoing throughout the sky and on the land, making plants, soil, buildings, even Terry and Boomer, Mindy, and I thick with the beautiful light

Then there in the southern sky was a blazing sign glittering and trembling in the liquid gold of air.

A crescendo ending to a grey and storm filled day!

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

That Sad Fire on the Uncompaghre Plateau—-September 19, 2018

And so it still burns….on and on, consuming everything in its path.

Sigh!

We are in the process of winding things down on the farm.  There is still much to be done, things to do and stuff to finish.

The last crop to harvest will be the corn…but that is weeks ahead yet.

But in my spare time, I’m still making crepe paper flowers

Fun little whimseys that have no real earthly use

But that is okay….it gives me something to think about

Which is totally useless and therefore,

Relaxing.

Relaxing is a good thing!!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

There in the Star-Flexed Sky—-Tuesday, September 18, 2018

Boomer and I went for wee walk last night (and a couple of nights ago)

Mindy following along behind, besides, in front, sometimes hidden, sometimes right at my feet

We went when the moon was just a sliver, followed by a shining star

I got it in my head to try and take a photo or two of the stars shining down on us as we walked along…the orange lights at the bottom of the photo are the house lights way over the mesa and down in the holler from our farm

 

It was surprisingly fun to soar up above the earth with my camera

This is Venus shining gloriously in the west.

Someday I would love to have a camera which could take better photos of that wonderous sky at night.

But until I am very rich…I will enjoy the camera I have…

and my wee walks

with very good friends

As we explore the beauty of the night!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

P.S.  That is the pinto bean header on the pinto bean combine at night.  I thought it was rather neat looking!

Hugs

 

 

That Mournful Throb in the Western Sky—-Monday, September 7, 2018

The huge fire on the Uncompahgre Plateau (Facebook Page) has grown and expanded to an even larger amount…filling the sky with more dark smoke as fresh timber is consumed.

The visible smoke is directly behind us now. Rising to meet the sky where the smoke and the air become as one. 

(You need to be signed onto FaceBook to open the blue links)

It’s all so terribly sad to me.  The beautiful forest quickly becoming nothing but ash, the animals fleeing…some with their fur on fire….all the fooddestroyed for those who must forage to stay alive—-the thoughts of this destruction over-whelms me.

Very sadly your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

On Hills Shinning with Rain—Sunday, September 16, 2018

I opened my email to a wonderful message:

“Hi Linda, I follow your blog daily from my home on the edge of the Highlands of  Scotland, somewhere so different from where you live but I love living in the country and I so enjoy seeing the difference in the countryside that you live and work in. You obviously love your farming life and you are always so positive. Anyway on our way home yesterday, about an hour from home, we saw this amazing rainbow over the mountains near Braemar and I instantly thought of your love of rainbows and knew I just had to send it to you with my best wishes. It was the best rainbow I’ve ever seen, with each colour clearly visible. I hope this Scottish rainbow brings a smile to your day, as you do to mine. Please give Boomer a big hug from me
Your friend

Helen Cameron”

And there it was on the edge of the very green field, next to some beautiful hills, the sky all misty and silver with rain

Was this beautiful multi-colored arch of lights suspended from one hill to the next!

A wee miracle in the quiet moments which clutch at our hearts.

When I wrote to her and expressed my thanks, at the same time asking if I may post her photo, giving her the credit, of course, she wrote back:

“It was good to hear back from you and yes you can share the rainbow. It’s very green here because we get plenty of rain, so different from where you are, although this year it was actually much drier and warmer here than usual. It’s great to know you got your harvest all done. Around us, the farmers have just finished harvesting their wheat and barley too and now it’s feeling really like autumn”.

Thank you so much, Helen, for sharing with me and with my readers.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Where we are Now

Where we are now…the pinto bean harvest is over.  Although, Dad says he isn’t selling the pinto beans right now…he wants to wait for a spell.

There is still irrigation water to set and change. The corn is still in need of water and the alfalfa fields also.

Look at this!  It’s a Foam Ball—pretty cool.  This Foam Ball was made from the foam on the ditch water going around and round and round.  As soon as Mom and Dad removed the dam it was gone.

Mom watches out for me lots now.  She says she does NOT want me wandering off searching for news and stuff…

next month I will be 13 years old and she says my age will get in the way of me staying safe out there in the wilds of the farm.

I rode every day and every second of the whole pinto bean harvest with Mom.  Even in the broiling sun!  Then I rode in the back of the pick up to town and back to go to TRACTOR SUPPLY (that’s MY store) and went with Mom to get parts when the combine broke down.

I was really busy!

But I do stay close to Mom.

Especially out on the ditch bank.

I can still hear well and I can see better than some dogs at my age, but sometimes I wonder if she might be right.

For Instance—last night—way in the dark, when I went out to relieve myself…. I SAW SPACE SHIP LIGHTS!!!

That was scary!

I know about real SCARY things on the farm like, coyotes and stuff like that, but SPACE ALIENS I don’t know anything about and I don’t want to LEARN!!!

So that’s where we are now.  Harvest of the pinto beans is over—the corn harvest is yet to come.  The days are growing shorter and shorter.

And the nights colder.

The hummingbirds are fewer and fewer.  Mom only sees them in the early morning or late in the evening at the feeder.  This morning there were actually 4 drinking.  Yesterday there was only 2.

The Barn Swallows have left; all the summer birds are gone now.  Makes Mom sad…but I tell her there is no reason to be sad.  SHE HAS ME!

WAIT!  What was that?!?  I think I had better so see!

BYE!

Boomer Brown

 

 

Sometimes I See My Momma—Thursday, September 13, 2018

Sometimes (lately) I see my Momma.  It always comes as shock.

At a time when I least expect to see her.

Sometimes it’s just her voice I hear, but it’s loud and clear…like the time I was getting ready to open one of the shed doors and she said, very strongly, like she was standing right next to me: “Linda, Be aware!  Pay Attention”!

It was so strong, so loud, so real, I even answered her—“Of what, Momma?”

As I turned toward her voice—of course, she wasn’t there.

Momma died in 2000.

Or I’m washing my face, or my hair and I look up into the mirror over the bathroom sink and I see Momma…right there her smiling face covering my face, then it fades.

It always startles me.  Then I think, it must be that  I am looking more and more like Momma.

Or I’m doing something, peeling potatoes, washing up the dishes, scrubbing the floors on my hands and knees as my arm and hand move back and forth I suddenly see Momma’s hand(s) as she did those things I am now doing.

It’s rather shocking because my hands have dented and bent knuckles…one caused by a hit from a basketball when I was in high school…Momma’s hand never had knuckles like mine.

Another time I was walking out to the hen house and I could have sworn I saw Momma coming down the long, long lane toward me. I almost ran toward her, then the strange apparition was gone.

Faded away. As if it had never been.

I can’t explain these visions or feelings, or things heard; they are like wind blowing through the treetops, the changing lights in the smiling sky…but last night as I lay down to sleep, I felt Momma kiss my forehead just like she used to do when I was a small child.

Thank you, Momma, I love you too!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

DONE!—-Wednesday, September 12, 2018

By 10:13 a.m. the air was dry, the ground was dry, and the bean pods dry.  So we began again.

Gradually the day wore on.  A cool morning warming into a very hot afternoon. Still, we worked on, stopping only for a very fast lunch.  Then back to the field we went.

The day flew by, the loads in the hopper emptied, the truck went here and there and back again.

Then there it was…the last long trip, up the very steep incline

Final destination—-The Beanery!

Since there was only one truck in front of us, Terry stayed to unload and bring the truck back home. Boomer and I came back, we didn’t need to stay and take Terry home—nor did we need to come back later and pick up the truck

We were done!  That word brings much contentment—as well as the action Itself does!

Done!

The 2018 pinto bean harvest is finished.  The feeling cannot be bought at any price in any market in the world!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Day Three—We Continue—-September 11, 2018

One more day…we should finish today!  It’s been long, hot and tiring.  I have had too much sun (I’m outside the combine) and the dust is thick.

It’s a huge process, but one we enjoy.  We must we’ve been doing it for 50 years. 🙂
Terry is setting up the auger so the beans can go into the truck in this photo.

We trashed up yesterday and had to stop and clean out the inner workings of the combine…took some time, but we got it done.  See the pile of trash.

It was cloudy and windy all afternoon, but the rain didn’t fall on us.  Which was a good thing at this point and time.

Also, I had gone to get a tool when GUESS WHAT I FOUND!?!?!  YES!

A pink heart-shaped rock!

How cool that is!

Off to the field now.  Have a great day everyone.  Bar breaking down we should finish today!!!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda