Corn Harvest 2018—Monday, November 19, 2018

After several days of harvesting

Moving up and down rows; filling the truck, then hauling it to the elevator

We can give thanks that 2018

Harvest has finished.  The combine and truck cleaned up and serviced.  Put safely away for the year!

The only thing left now is to put the farm to bed.

Then the cows come! YA!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

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That Extraordinary Weight of My Heart —-Sunday, November 18, 2018

Sometimes there are things within seemingly ordinary days

That blaze forth into my heart, mind, and soul

Often times its something so tremendously common, yet so toweringly wonderful

They seem to blanket the earth, or the sky, whichever it may be

The commonplace whispers to me with throbbing messages of distant lands or new places to see

Sometimes it an amazing gift of wings in flight

Or grumbling clouds filled with streaks of light

But always, always whispering all around me in slow rhythmic  movements

Silently the every day of common things weigh wonderful upon my life.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

My 12th Birthday Party A Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter Four

My Thirteenth 12th Birthday

Chapter Four

 

I decided my first stop was going to be way over at the other equipment area…Stewart and Stanley Squirrel had vacated our farmyard and moved over to the old equipment area after one of our adventures a while back and never came home again.

So, if I want to see them, I have to go over there.

Sometimes I go over with Mom…Mom likes to feed the squirrels and chipmunks who live over there; she doesn’t do it often, but when she does I always go with her.

I picked up my paws and trotted swiftly along…only stopping once in a short while to pick up any news about the farm—you know little tidbits of knowledge.

As soon as I got over to the equipment I ran into Stewart and then Stanley.

They are very busy gathering ‘stuff’ to push down into their cellars in their little holes…so busy they really couldn’t stop and talk to me.

Also, their cheeks were amazingly full.

I then moved on down to another piece of equipment looking for Chester the chipmunk and anyone of his family.

There he was and so was Chimmy his new girlfriend.  Neither one of them even gave me the time of day.

Well, that was disappointing!

I did see a few birds sitting around on the implements, but most birds always act rather afraid of me and fly off.

Speaking of flying off a HUGE bird flew right over my head and gave me the startle of my life!  I flung myself down and crawled on the ground I was so terrified I was going to be bird food. (Although, it would have to big a rather HUGE bird to pick me up, but still.)

I did check out the finch feeder Mom hung up to see who was visiting the feeder.

On my way back out the equipment area, I scared up a mess of ring-neck doves.

I bayed at them and a gave a little chase.  Not a huge chase just a little chase.  I mean, after all, I am on an adventure.

Then…right out the blue—a HAWK took out after the doves!  Talk about scattering doves, that did it!

I sat down and high-fived the hawk.  He didn’t see me.

I sniffed and snuffled all along the equipment, down in the tree hollows, over into the old fill-in silage pit when I saw

A Message is written in stone on the ground!

Come this way…help!  It said!

Help!?

I best go that way to see who is in trouble and what I can do to help.

With that, I was off…heading toward where?  I guess I will keep looking for signs until I can figure it all out!

On One Fine Day —- Thursday, November 15, 2018

On Sunday we saw an FB page from someone, who said they live at, or around Blue Mesa Reservoir.  On that page, he said that the water in the Blue Mesa Reservoir was so low that buildings from the Old town of Sapinero were starting to appear in the lake.  He then showed a photo of what he said was the old Sapinero grocery store.

Now Terry and I remember Sapinero, the old town, and we remember when the Blue Mesa Reservoir was filled completely covering the old town…not so very long ago.  It was in 1963.

We also know that even if the old town was completely covered with water, the New town of Sapinero was moved up on land above the Blue Mesa Reservoir making a complete community for those who wished to have their postal address say Sapinero, Colorado.

Off we drove looking for the buildings of the submerged old town of Sapinero.

The only buildings we saw were the dock houses.  (The water is extremely low.) So we stopped and talked to Park Ranger.  He looked at us as if we were nuts.

“No,” he said, shaking his head in puzzlement.  “No old buildings, just the two dock houses.  The water is terribly low” he went on to explain, but the reservoir is 39% of its capacity.” 

He asked us why we asked.  We explained about the FaceBook page.  He just shook his head and said…”Sounds like someone was using Photoshop.”

He shook our hands and we left.

So here you have it— only the boat dock houses are on the lake.  Although they have told all boats they can no longer use the lake because of the boat ramps being so high.

We stopped at an interpretive sign so I could take a photo of it to post to you–:)   As you can see Sapinero is way down at the bottom of a huge canyon.  We used to have to drive into the canyon following the train tracks to go to Gunnison, Colorado.

The old town of Sapinero is very close to where the dam is now.  For the water to be so low in the Blue Mesa Reservoir that the buildings were starting to appear…the whole reservoir would have to be empty.

Sigh!

So whoever it was that posted this really just made everything up.  BUT—-it did get us out of the house and up to the Reservoir for a little ride!  That turned out nicely!

You folks have a good one…we are still moving along with harvest!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

With a Grin of Delight—Wednesday, November 14, 2018

(Yes flip-flops…but as of today I’m switching into tennis shoes…it’s just too cold anymore. 🙂 )

I don’t usually go down with Terry to dump the corn at the Elevator…I just have too much stuff to do here at the house.  But his second load he asked if I would go with him

So I did!  🙂  This is the inside where the corn is unloaded.

After the corn is dumped, the floor is swept up, putting each kernel into the elevator.  (I swept the floor.  I’m good at things like that. 🙂 )

The line was long when we left …the semi’s take a whole hour to dump…just to give you an idea of the length of wait time. (But let me tell you, those drivers are not bored, they get out of the trucks and stand around in groups visiting. 🙂  )

Back to the field.  Twilight Terry finished up the last hopper full for the day.

I heard the crows calling as I was coming in from the field.  Change is in the air.

We start again in the early morning.

Propelled forward by a truckload of corn.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

In the Steady Hiss of a Cold Wind—Tuesday, November 13, 2018

Terry took a corn sample down to the Elevator this morning to have moisture checked

It came in at 13%

So we began {again}.

Although the sky was an amazing blue, the air was extremely frigid…a sharp, very sharp wind was blowing, but in the combine…it was toasty warm.

But I’m here to tell you, driving the tractor was a tad cold. Two coats and a hoodie and I forgot my gloves…go figure!

🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado Farm,

Linda

Brief Cheers! — Sunday, November 11, 2018

Finally, after staying steady and ‘keeping after it’

I got the leaves off the yard!

Although I thought the leaf covered lawn was rather pretty, the lack of leaves is much more appealing.

SMILING BIG HERE!!  🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

My 12th Birthday Party, A Sherlock Boomer Adventure, Chapter Three

My Thirteenth 12th Birthday

Chapter Three

We made it to the house, I yipped until Mom came to the door.  Chris was really nervous.  “Just remain calm, Chris. Tell Mom your story, I am positive she can help you.  And if she can’t help you I’ll bet you can live with me.”  I put a paw on Chris’ shoulder.

Mom opened the door and just stood there staring at us.  Right at that moment the little grandchild visiting us rushed right out and yelled that I had brought a friend home.

In Chris and I bounded.  Chris stopped on his way by my bedroom and got a really long drink of water out of my water dish, then he spied my cereal and woofed down four or five huge mouthfuls.  All the while the little granddaughter kept calling for us to come to see her.

Only after Chris’ got his thirst slacked and his tummy full did he head into the woodstove room to get loves.

Mom followed us in.

“Goodness, Boomer, where did this little fellow come from?”  She reached down and patted my back.

“Out on the farm…I tried to tell her.  He was lost and trying to get home.”  I tried with all my doggie might, but Mom just doesn’t know how to understand unspoken words.

“Well, let us see what we can do to find his home.” Mom said to Dad and Tally.  Then Mom got on the phone and started calling neighbors…no one knew the dog or even knew who might have a dog like Chris.

Then Mom started called the Vet Clinics in Delta — Yep!  Very soon she got a vet who knew the dog, knew the person who owned the dog, knew where the dog lives and the dog’s Mom’s phone number.

Mom then called Chris’ Mom and she was there in 10 minutes flat.  Chris and his family live two miles up the road from us…just two more miles and Chris would have made it home.

Still, I told Chris, “it’s a very good thing you came here…I promise you Coyotes live on the farm”!

We all waved goodbye to Chris as he sat in the backseat waving his little paw back at all of us.

Well, a good thing accomplished during my 12th Birthday Adventure.

Now…back to checking out the farm…I still want to go see some of my friends!

Boomer

 

 

An Avenue of Escape—-Thursday, November 8, 2018

I am really not good at sitting watching TV…my hands need to be doing something so my ears can listen.  Otherwise, I’m up and down; restless.

I am also not very good at complicated things.  So I look for kits to work.

I have one daughter who loves Halloween…I just finished this cute little pillow top and am now working on another one.  I will post it when I finish.

Then I have another daughter who loves Christmas.  This is also a kit, but I changed it up some….creating two pockets to reflect their dogs

Gypsy who is an Old English Bulldog

This is not a very good photo, but it gives you an idea of what she looks like…she is gray and white.

And Scout who is an Australian Kelpie

This morning I saw a rainbow…on my kitchen floor…I’ll take any type of rainbow wherever I can!

You folks have a good day!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda