The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Waiting! I’m Good at Waiting, Friday, October 18, 2019

Hello!  It’s Me, Mindy-Lou, Min-Min, Kit-Cat Brown.  Today is MY day to visit with you!

It seems like I do lots of waiting.

Well, first I have to walk about and do some hunting.  Then I wait.

I hide and wait for that skittery mouse to come rushing past me…then I leap and the wait is over!

I have to be very careful outside now…a pack of coyotes is back.  I have seen them as I wait in the shadows.  When I see them I wait and wait then I run as fast as I can to safety.

Coyotes EAT cats!

Sometimes I go for a walk in the dark, with Mom and Boomer. But also, sometimes Mom puts me in the house where I wind-up waiting for them to get back.

I always do my best to be there for Dad

(and Mom) but DAD first!

But the hardest waiting comes when I have to wait for everyone to come back from a four-wheeler excursion.

I refuse to ride, although, Mom has asked me.

So, I suppose, the very best thing I do is waiting. Then pouncing, and —oh, mom says I can’t explain the next part of crunching.  Oh! Yes, I’m also pretty good at spitting up fur balls, but Mom says I can’t talk about that either.

Mindy Kit-Cat Brown.  (I love how I have a family name now!)

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The Moon Hidden in Patches of Clouds —- Thursday, October 17, 2019

We are in Indian Summer now.  The days warm up and the night cool way down.

Sometimes Terry and I go for wee night rides, over the dusty ground, in the silence of the land.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


A World which is New —- Wednesday, October 16, 2019

The heavy freezes are continuing.

The alfalfa is always slower to react than, say corn, or the leaves on trees.

Gradually, over a long series of heavy freezes, the fields will turn brown, all the juices stored in the roots, slumbering until spring.

Creating a new world, ready for winter long nap.

And now, for a tiny bit of summer life

Yesterday, I captured, on camera, a butterfly/moth exploding into the air as Boomer and I walked by.

I’m finding capturing bugs in flight is very hard to do. (But ever so fun, when I actually get one on camera.)

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


High Winds and Dust — Tuesday, October 15, 2019

We have been having wind….lots and lots of wind

Which always makes the earth seem slightly used

It hisses through everything; stretching the earth into a dust storm of wonder

We have a strong need for rain.

(Beaglie ears flying in the wind)

But not until all the pinto beans, the onions, and the hemp are all harvested.  Until then we just live in gratitude for dry weather so those farmers still trying to get crops harvested can.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,






You Can Not Ignore Fence Repair — Monday, October 14, 2019

Last Spring one of the renters took the land-leveler through one of the gates too fast, causing damage to leveler and to the gate.

He was pretty upset about the harm, but Terry said, not to worry he would fix it.

So Friday that is just what we did.



All set in place, the gate shut, and back to normal.

Then we took a wee ride (one more time) before it is time to put the top on.

Those short little rides are priceless.  A nice break in a busy day.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



Hemp—What I Know —- Sunday, October 13, 2019

Before the air came curling the breath before our faces—some of the big hemp fields were harvested.

The plants cut and then baled, they will be dried in an oven-like thing so mold cannot form.

It is my understanding that the plant is cut when the CBD oil is at it’s highest.

But what happens to the miles and acres of plants which were NOT harvested before the killing freezes appeared?

We heard that there is a possibility the plants can now be used for seed.

I hope so because there are more fields NOT harvested than were harvested.

A lot more.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,




The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— We All Walk About, Mindy–Friday, October 11, 2019

Mom, Boomer and I went for a walkabout.

That means we walked to the cross over ditch.  Mom won’t go much further because she thinks I will get lost on the farm.  Then we walked down the long lane to the county road; then home, again, home, again, we trod.

Out by the grain bin, we saw a FOX!  Boomer ran up to say “Hi!” but the fox ran off.

Fast!  Faster than an old/ancient beagle can run.  Of course, Mom was yelling at Boomer to “COME HERE!  Boomer, come back”!

The fox could have run off because of Mom and her loud voice.  Don’t ya think?

Then when we went for a walk down the long, long lane to the road, Mom made all of us turn around and RUN back toward the house as fast as possible.

Mom didn’t yell this time.

She just turned around and RAN!

After all that excitement, Mom picked me up, opened the back door, told Boomer to get in the house and that was it.

Run over!

Walk over!


Mindy Kit-cat Brown

It is the Way of Things—Thursday, October 10, 2019

The clouds were beautiful against the vivid green of the alfalfa just two days ago

So here are the moments, of the last few days, of summer/early fall

On we go into Indian Summer.   The memory of hot summer days dancing in our imaginations.

From my world to your heart,


The Sand-hill Cranes are Back —- Wednesday, October 9, 2019

The Sandhill Cranes are back (this is an old photo)

(Another old photo)

A pair flew over my head as I was shuffling around the trash cans yesterday morning

(From my archives)

They hollered and squawked at me as they flapped vigorously toward the Upper End of our farm

If was a happy feeling to see them arrive.

Since yesterday was lovely warm in the afternoon. We decided to take one last spin in the corvette before we have to put the top back on.

(Photo from last year)

We drove around and looked at the hemp farms…harvest has begun.  I wonder if the killing freezes damages the CBD oil in the plant? I will let you know if I find out anything

Part of my yard, now a beautiful memory.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,




The End —-Tuesday, October 8, 2019

This morning we finished up all the irrigation on the farm.

All the pastures are wet, all the alfalfa fields, and my lawn

I got all my hose picked up and stored for that long winter season

I cleaned out the woodstove and readied the kindling and logs for that time when neither Terry or I can’t handle the cold house anymore

A major winter blast is heading our way.  The weather people say Thursday the daily high will be 49* —Winter is coming, just on the edge of sight. Floating in the jet stream ready to develop into reality.

Forcing us to wave warm lovely days farewell.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,