A Raid on the Farm! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Eight

I sat down with a huff. Then I noticed Dad had stopped walking toward the four-wheelers and was looking at the alfalfa field.

“Well, look at that,” he exclaimed “I do believe we have a visitor.”

Mom and I both turned our heads to look at Alfalfa Field.

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“Wow!  Look at that!” Mom said amazed.  “He is beautiful!”

“He is also running like he is being chased, “replied Dad.

I stood clear up on my seat, on the four-wheeler, and gave several eager whines.

“Shhhh,” Mom sat down beside me and took out her camera.  “Shhh Boomer.”

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“He sure acts like he is being chased,” Dad observed.  “That isn’t good…wonder what spooked him so much.”

Mom just kept taking photos.

Dad walked over to a large boulder and stood on it.

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I raised my nose to the wind: I could smell fear, panic, and terror, plus deer, male deer. Male deer smells ever so much different than female deer.

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We all watched as he fled through the field,

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into the next field and bounded into the Upper End, where he soon lost himself in the Rabbit Brush.

Dad climbed down and walked back to the four-wheelers.  “Well, guess we might as well head back home, maybe we will run across whatever was chasing that buck!”

It just about that time I caught the scent of those STRAY DOGS: Bruiser and his gang!

I started whining…”Stray Dogs Mom, Dad! Stray Dogs were chasing the buck!”

But, as you and I well know…people don’t speak Beagle.

Mom and Dad roared their four-wheelers into life and we headed home.

As for me…I kept a look out and nose out, on the way back.  I needed to know where that pack was and what they were doing!

Out and About—-Thursday, December 1, 2016

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Min-Min hunting for those tasty little morsels called MICE!

checking-things-outA raccoon making sure the isn’t something yummy in the trash can

Sammy SmilingSammy sitting by the woodstove toasting his fur

look-outAnd that lovable little beagle looking for things hidden in the grasses.

Out and about…always something to see and do!

Your friend on a western Colorado Farm,

Linda

 

That Shift from Storming to Not—-Wednesday, November 30, 2016

the-shift-001Around four o’clock on Monday afternoon the storm finally decided to leave

The sky started stretching and reaching further and further until the golden light burst forth.

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The moving clouds were shifting fast and clouds turning to mist over the plateau.

The air was so crisp and fresh I could almost dance in it.  Loading up the firewood for the evening I took in great breaths of fresh air that was colored in beautiful sunshine.

eveningSuch a relief from the sharp gray overcast from that morning.

From my world to your heart!

Linda

 

Sorry I’m Late—Tuesday, November 29, 2016

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Shannon and I left early this morning to make a run to the dump.  It’s a long trip, but a necessary one.

Now to get back to my regularly scheduled work!  Chuckle!

Your friend on a western Colorado Farm

Linda

 

Remodeling —- Monday, November 28, 2016

We are still working on the remodel down at the other house.  It used to be a coal room and a furnace room, on one side; a rather poor fruit room on the other side.  We thought it would be a nice addition to the house to have those two rooms become one room.

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We now have the ceiling up!

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New insulation and finishing up the walls.

Every day we get a little more done!

Sure is a nice feeling!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Last Blooms of Summer—-Sunday, November 27, 2016

late-fall-flowersWhile Terry and I were out putting up the metal fences, and the electric fences around our farm yard, I happened to walk by the sheep trough I have turned into a planter.

There they were…those hardy little pansies, still blooming their little hearts out even though it’s been terribly cold.

It was a delight to see!  A touch of summer in the cooling down of late fall.

I am wishing you a most lovely day,

Linda

A Raid on the Farm! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Seven

I looked back a couple of times, but Dad and Mom were busy and well…there were things I needed to find out and stuff to do.  I kicked my beagle body into high gear and galloped up the last turn, of the slope and headed into the depths of Sage Brush Hill.

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I checked out everything I could find on Sage Brush Hill, the old rotten logs on the long-time dead Chinese Elm tree, the spot where the cows like to bed down in the winter…I laid myself down in that spot and gave a huge sigh—it felt all warm and comfy, not a breeze or a drift of a chill could reach a body that was laying here…got up and made my way to the edge of the drain ditch, sniffed around there a good while, trotted back up to the tippy top, top and pointed my nose in the direction of where Mom and Dad were working.

They were still there, but they had both started working together heading BACK toward the north side of the place.  Looks like they decided the west side was the side that needed their attention.

Good!

They won’t be missing me anytime soon.

Back I went…this time working my way into the thicket of the Sage Brush…I was just getting a bead on a nice lead when I heard…

“BOOMER! TIME TO GO!  COME ON BOOMER!!! HURRY UP?”
HUH!  That’s Mom calling me.

Then I heard the four-wheeler start up!

WOW!  They are getting ready to head out!  I gave up the thread of a very interesting trail and dashed to the top of the Sage Brush Hill…I stood at the top and raised my voice in a long-loud wail of a howl!  I gave it all the volume I could.  My howl went on and on and on.

Good!  Dad heard me and turned off his four-wheeler.

Now Mom has her four-wheeler off.

I picked up my paws and made a HUGE dash, in a straight line down the Sage Brush Hill. No trotting around the four-wheeler road in half-circles until I got down — I went straight as an arrow right up to Mom and Dad.

“Geez, look at Boomer come,” Dad announced.  “The grass is so tall you can only see it parting as he comes toward us.”

Then I was there.  Panting happily as Mom reached down and picked me up and put me on the four-wheeler behind her.

“You silly little dog,” she said as she patted me on the belly.

I whapped my tail on the back of my four-wheeler seat, in happy agreement.

With that we were zipping along on the road leading to the cattail swamp…Dad pushing the grasses out the way and Mom and I coming right along behind him.

I was very glad I didn’t have to follow on my own two legs behind them I don’t think I could have made it through the grass, and I don’t think I could have even seen or smelled my way toward wherever we were going.

Suddenly Dad stopped.

Then Mom stopped.  I peeked my head around Mom and saw Dad was off looking at the fence.

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“Cut wires!”  He announced.

Mom got off and started loading up all the fencing equipment they were going to need to put back THREE strands of cut wires.

“Stay” she pointed at me. “Stay right there.  This is NOT a place for you to get out and wander around!”

So I stayed.

Then I got bored.

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I mean this is really boring just sitting here.  I sat up, yawned, gave myself a good scratching on the belly and the side.

I looked over at Mom and Dad…backs turned, looks like some straining pulling on wires and things…I very carefully put one paw onto the seat of Mom’s four-wheeler.

(You do realize this (Mom’s)  four-wheeler is also MY four-wheeler, don’t you?)

So since this is also MY four-wheeler I then put my back paw a little closer to the seat, now I am bunching up my muscles to get myself down….

“BOOMER!  You get back up there and stay!  We are just about done here!”

MOM yelled at me

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Happy Thanksgiving Everyone—Thursday, November 24, 2016

With all the rain we have been having (on top of snow in the mountains and foothills) I had a most wonderful gift…

thanksgiving-rainbowA November Rainbow!

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!

Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm,

Linda

Blessings—-Wednesday, November 23, 2016

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My blessing (anyway)

The earth and the sky

My destiny, of which I am still learning of daily

The sounds all around; creaking, flapping, sighing

rainThe hard brilliant lights of silver stars, and the shining of the moon in black velvet shadows

Plus all the people—family and friends who fill my life!

I am most blessed.

 

With heartfelt thanks,

Linda

Through the Snow and Rain and Snow and Rain—-Tuesday—November 22, 2016

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Our weather has been a tad wet side lately.  Snow and rain, then snow and rain again.  Although, the snow is not here, it is surrounding us on all the mountains and the lower mountain towns: Paonia, Crawford, and Cedaredge.

So….I decided to put up our Christmas tree and decorations.  This year I dug out the white tree and sorted through all my lights and ornaments trying for a white on white look.  Terry said it didn’t turn out too bad. ( He was afraid they would all blend together.)

I’ll try a night photo next…for daylight I think it turned out fine.

Love,

Linda