The Adventures of Sherlock Boomer—The Mystery of Nothing Chapter 7

“There’s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.”—Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes


Chapter Seven



Momma Fox, Kit, and I sprinted down the cement ditch, into the Forty Acre Pasture, skirted around the hills at the Upper End, then loped up the side of the Rocky Point!

Up on Rocky Point we started milling around noses to the ground…sniffing here and there…

giving the Badger hole a wide berth…walking around a very LONG way around the Badger home…I’ve been chased by a very mean, MAD, badger once and Once was way and by far ENOUGH!

We sniffed our way into the Sagebrush and Rabbit Brush, all the while buzzard shadows kept sliding over us, the ground, and even over the vegetation.

Sniffing this way and that I suddenly heard Momma Fox exclaim: “DEAD Rabbits!  Two of them!  Hurry Kit…FOOD!”

I saw Kit make a mad dash into the Sagebrush, then I heard…bones crunching.

Works for me!

I didn’t head in—Momma Fox said two rabbits and there were two fox and one beagle.  The beagle always gets a bowl of canned dog food every day, plus dog treats AND a cool turkey sausage for breakfast.

This was their only meal so-far today.  I sat down by the four-wheeler trail Mom and Dad use to check fences and waited.

I didn’t have to wait long.

Momma Fox and Kit emerged from the Sagebrush patch, licking their lips and walking just a little bit spryer.

“Sure feels good to have food in your tummy!” Kit explained to me.

Momma Fox sat down and wrapped her tail around her body, looking up she saw the buzzards had drifted away.

“Guess we made it just in time.” Momma Fox gave a satisfied little smile.

“The buzzards are gone and our stomachs are full—maybe it’s time for a little nap.  You boys stay safe around here, it looks like it might rain.  If it does the little creek rises up pretty high; we will need to be heading back to the corn fields if it rains.”  Momma Fox curled up in a tiny little ball, tucked in safe under a huge Rabbit Brush, looked at both of us with one sleepy eye—and went to sleep!

“Shhh”, Kit admonished…”Momma is a light sleeper. Let’s tip-toe out of here and head over the little creek, past the pond and go play in the forest at the Upper End.

Creeping very carefully and extremely cautiously Kit and I took off…

back down the Rocky Point, over the little bridge by the pond, splashed our way through the little creek, up onto the hill with lots of anthills and down the other side to the FOREST of the Upper End!




On a Few Bright, Crisp September Days—Thursday, September 21, 2017

The days are warm and lovely with a small wind from off the Uncompahgre Plateau

I just make sure not to be on the side the trash drifts! 🙂

We blazed though one field  the first afternoon,

Finished the second field yesterday


Then as the light brighten the sky, throwing shadows deep and blue across the earth we took the last load to the Beanery.

Two fields done!  YIPPEE!!

Now we wait…one more field to go.  But that won’t be until around the first of October.  Fingers Crossed for sunny, drying weather!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


Reflecting Through the Haze in the Sky—-Wednesday, September 20, 2017

When the smoke was terrible here, (although not as terrible as other places) I took some photos of the sun and the moon.

The strange color

A testament to the disaster happening in prairies and forests in the west

The orange moon and the red-hot molten sun roaring like soft thunder in the sky!

From my world to your heart,


The Sky Diffusing in Pale Light—Tuesday, September 18, 2017

Together we went out to check the last field of pinto beans…are they ready to be pulled, is the dew just right, is it time?

We decided it was time.

Finished!  All the pinto beans are pulled!

If the weather holds we will be combining the first two fields come Thursday!

This last field must have two weeks to dry.



Hopefully the rains stay away!  Just for spell…just until the last load of pinto beans is at the Beanery!  Hopefully!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


A Time of Magic—Monday, September 18, 2017

In the Glittering sunlight

High in the air

On a crisp, bright, warm September morning

The little Barn Swallows gathered in dense clusters in the sky, then

they filled the electric lines above the canal.

All early morning they came, swooping in, resting until they rose all as one, shimmering and glittering, into the autumn sky; dipping and rising in a choreographed dance taking them away from us.

Leaving the air around our yard empty of sound.


From my world to your heart.


Autumn a Type of Contentment—-Sunday, September 17, 2017

We’ve had rain…the days damp and the mornings with a chill

The days warm up nicely.

The pinto bean harvest came to a screeching halt—the bean puller broke…

Then as it got fixed…

The rains came.  Which means Terry will have to go out and lift all the plants up out of the soil, (rains smashes plants) before he can combine the two fields—there is still one to pull and let dry and then combine.

I’ve been canning…pineapple candy peppers and



Plus we’ve turned off water to the place.  Irrigation is done for the year.  The only thing left now will be picking up the syphon tubes and flushing out the ditches.

Fall galloped in…complete with wild geese flying over us in the wind!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



The Adventures of Sherlock Boomer—The Mystery of Nothing Chapter 6

“There’s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.”—Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes


Chapter Six


Kit and I took off frocking all the way down the two corn field farm road, bouncing back and forth, running in and out of the rows of corn, scattering Quail, Pheasants, mice and other sorts of creatures here and there.

Momma Fox came around the corner on to the two corn field road just as we got to the new cement ditch!

“KIT!” she barked!


We stopped right in mid-wrestle!

Stopped and jumped up, covered all over in dirt, leaves from the corn, and weed seeds!

We were a mess!  For sure Kit was a mess…his coat is full and thick and bushy it catches on e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g!

We turned around and looked way down the two corn field farm road and saw a very mad Momma fox heading toward us.  She even looked like she was stomping her feet!

She even looked like she had FIRE in her EYES!


Kit and I just stood there and waited.  I mean, what else could we do?
I mean I could have ran off…she isn’t MY mother, but she is Kit’s Mom and well, I really couldn’t do that to my buddy!

We watched her stomp up the road, when she got there I said: “Hi, Ms. Fox.  Good to see you again.  Did you happen to see the buzzards flying over the Rocky Point Hill? I sure hope so, Kit and were just heading over there to see what they were circling and loping in the sky about.”

Momma stopped cold…”Buzzards, I’ll give you…” she growled…”You two have scattered lunch, supper, dinner, breakfast, and every morning and afternoon snack for three days far and wide.”  Her lip was back from her teeth, resting in a trembling little line on her gums…

“Buzzards, Mam, Buzzards.”  Kit looked beseechingly at his Mom.

“Buzzards?!” She said in a puzzled voice.

“BUZZARDS!” we all shouted together.

“FOOD” Momma Fox and Kit barked together.

We all looked at each other; turned our tails to the corn field and took off for the Rocky Point!


The Sky Sent a Gift—-Thursday, September 14, 2017

Our daughter and son-in-law, Cliff and Kimi, had a beautiful double rainbow light up their sky as the westering sun broke through a very loud and flashy gathering of clouds!

They so graciously sent to me giving me permission to share it with you!

From my world to your heart!



Corn is Made—Wednesday, September 13, 2017

After much checking and checking and more checking Terry has decided that the corn is now made

All the signs are there

The husks are turning golden

The silks no longer bright and shiny

When the animals try to bite into them the kernels are hard

We made it!

The growing season is done.

Although, we are NOT over yet….

The pinto beans are drying…big fluffy plants

The new fall field is soaking up the water..

The alfalfa is really growing, but it won’t be cut again.  Four cuttings deplete the plant going into winter. (For us anyway)

Slowly, slowly, the summer is dwindling down…sinking into that hugely busy time called harvest!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



Between One Lift of a Wing and the Next—Tuesday, September, 12, 1017

These bright Autumn days are full

We had an overnight visit from our Grandson…he is getting TALL—5’11”

Tally came for two days and two nights

Then the last load of hay

Left…1,500 bales all cut, stacked, sold and gone! YAY!

Terry’s sister and brother-in-law came for a couple of days

The hydraulic pump broke, went through the fan and pushed the fan into the radiator..sigh!

Of course, there is always the water to change

Life is busy, but still good.


Your friend on a western Colorado farm,