I Have a Wee Story to Tell — Monday, January 15, 2018

I was out by the grain bins this morning coming back from a short walk-about, when I saw several geese land in the field I was walking by

I was delighted!

I have been hollering to the large skeins of geese, as they fly by, that they are always welcome here.

Now Romeo and Lady were coming on to the same corn field.   As I stayed there and watched Lady the Mule walked as fast as she could to the rustling flock–walked right into the flock scattering the geese.

The geese rose up in a little tiny flutter to get out of Lady’s way…then settled down in a flurry of feathers.

Up Lady came again scattering the geese so she could pass by.

I was a little afraid the geese would all rise up and fly away, but they didn’t. Just settled themselves over a small way and started pecking up loose corn.

Then that silly mule decided she has reached the perfect spot to take her morning DUST bath. Down she went…rolling this way and that way, so hard and fast the dust rose off the ground in puffs.

Romeo just looked at her twisting and rolling—-and walked right on by like a bath of that nature were not for him (today).

A short little pleasant story, to start the day.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

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Today is the Last Year of a Decade—-Sunday, January 14, 2018

Today I have entered into the last year of the sixtieth years of my life.

Today I am 69.

 All those many seconds, minutes, hours, days and weeks of my past has come together allowing me to live for one more year upon this amazing, beautiful, stunning earth we all call home.

Each day has brought with it a true sense of satisfaction, in the (now) era of old age.

I am ever grateful for all that I have, for Terry, our children and grandchildren, and for each of you— my friends.

The world can seem like place of suffering, but it is also a place of healing…it’s all in the way we choose to look upon it.

No greater joy is there, than being given each and every day to experience life to it’s fullness.

Thank you for coming along with me on this amazing journey called everyday living.

Love,

Linda

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—The Mystery where I use a Secret

Chapter One

Winter work has begun.  Well, winter work doesn’t really exist, because in winter we really don’t work on the farm we just do ‘stuff’.  But Dad has decided its late winter work or early spring work so we are up and at it bright and early.

The first order of business was removing an old broken down culvert up at the beginning of the ditch which brings the water onto the farm.

Dad has to put a culvert in because there is a farm road right there…he can’t take the water out of the main ditch without something to go under the farm road and then on over to the Upper End Pasture.

Dad and Blade started the work, but Mom, Dad and your trusty wonderful beagle—I—continued the whole process.

The two equines came over and supervised.  Lady, the Mule was particularly interested since she had never watched a tractor work before.

Mom has two jobs— helping Dad AND taking photos.

Everything had to stop for two days because the weather turned MOIST, but then we were back up there breaking out the cement part of the ditch and the old culvert then scraping out the dirt ditch the culvert lays in.
Mom says it’s a good thing spring work has started she was starting to get soft, this digging and scraping thing will start to get her back stronger again.

Dad just laughed at her.

Anyway…while they worked, the equines supervised, I checked out all the news up there.  Plus a few left over cow pies.

I have to be careful about checking out cow pies, because…well, if Mom sees me snacking on them I always get yelled at: “BOOMER! YOU STOP EATING THAT!”

Being the good Beagle I always stop and run over to her with a huge smile on my face so Mom won’t be mad at me.

Dad says I don’t realize there are flakes of cow pie still stuck on my tongue, then he laughs.

Mom just shakes her head at me and tells me I have terrible food cravings.  But she always gives me a hug, so I know she isn’t mad at me.

It was a good day that day…working out on the farm and just as we got home the UPS truck was here!

Nothing better than barking that UPS truck into the yard and then barking it down the long lane out of the yard!!

Our Part of the World —- Thursday, January 11, 2018

January 10th we had rain!

Moisture falling from a pale gray sky

Beautiful and wet!

We took the day off and went to Grand Junction, where we learned they also were experiencing this wonderful phenomenon…Moisture!

YAY!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

Sometimes They Run Crazy—Wednesday, January 10, 2018

196 cows!  Gradually over the month of December the 100 head of cows grew by 96 more

Lots of cows!

Many cows!

As with cows…there are always those ‘clever’ ones who are NOT afraid of the electric fence

Many times in the last week they were here Terry and I had the privilege of putting them back in

Not just in the daytime, but nighttime also

After several times of chasing cows

Running through the night

The enchantment of the cows wore off quickly.

Come Saturday morning, just before noon.  The rancher and his crew arrived

Off they went to another farm on Falcon road.

Regnegade cows—just like regnegade people, chickens, dogs, cats exist anywhere!   🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm!

Something Strange This Way Came—-January 9, 2018

For several days we had thousands of Canada and Snow Geese landing in the field next to our house

They were ever so much fun to watch, listen to their calls and hear the rustling of their feathers as they searched the field for corn.  (We don’t own this field)

Then, either late Saturday night or early Sunday morning — all under cover of darkness

Stick figures appeared in the field.

Of course the geese didn’t land there—thinking these represented danger

Then during the night Sunday or under cover of darkness Monday morning the figures were gone.

We think it was some avid hunters trying to get the thousands of geese to fly to whatever field they were in so ….. well, you know the rest of THAT story.

Anyway…

(This is an old photo, but I loved the colors)

The geese are long gone…only flying over the field, not landing.

I stand outside and call to them as they pass over-head—“You can land on our farm.  You are most welcome here!”

But they fly on.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Sunlight Creeping Slowly — Monday, January 8, 2018

We were fogged in all night last night, until a wee while after sunrise

A white mist curling through the darkness into the light

Touching everything remote and close, making the world look beautiful and unreal

The silver air chimes softly, as the sun climbs over head…

Although (still) not warm enough to melt the hoar frost (it’s ten o’clock in the morning) the very air seems to peal and cascade like ascending and descending notes of a harp.

Cascading, singing, praising the beauty everywhere.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

An Icy World Arrived—-Sunday, January 7, 2018

Although it’s nice and warm inside, outside the winter day of a typical January has returned.

Last night we had a skiff of ice transforming our extremely dry land into sharp shards of miniature ice.

A stiff wind is shaking the branches of the Blue Spruce adorning our house and fringes of ice are slightly dripping off our metal roof.

There really wasn’t anything to call snow, but it is a moisture of sorts.

I’m not surprised

While working outside Thursday, we (Terry and I)  saw a Sun Dog.

In three days time (the sky prophecy announced) cold weather will descend.  Even colder weather than you are experiencing right now.

But what did surprise me…is there were two Sun Dogs in the sky!

That evening (Thursday) as the shadows turned to deep blue, the sinking sun transformed the sky into an amazing burst of light; I could see the snow clouds gathering way over on the Plateau.

By Saturday night (after a beautiful day of sunshine) I could breath cold in the air…colder than normal.

And I hoped some much needed moisture.

We got some, enough to settle the dust in the air, and damped the soil.

That’s better than nothing.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— I Had Company

My first cousin, Butter Doyle, a Cocker Spaniel—came for a short visit with me.

This was the first time we have had a ‘spend the night’.

It went really well.

Although, Mom had to keep close tabs on Butter so I wouldn’t teach him new tricks…Like eating COW POOP! Or rolling in a really nice warm gushy cow pie.

Mom keeps a close eye on me for the very same reasons.

Anyway we had great walks…Butter and I went with mom THREE TIMES during the night—the moon was bright, the air brisk and Mom couldn’t sleep.  Worked out great for Butter and me.

Butter was rather lonely without his folks, but I think I helped him — I shared my snacks, my water bowl, and my dog dish.

Then Butter’s Mom and Dad were here and swoosh they were gone.

Butter’s Mom and Dad are my Mom’s brother and sister-in-law.

 

Mindy was glad when Butter left—she hid the whole time.  The second Butter drove down the long lane to the road she was in the house.

That night she claimed her spot on Dad, while they watched TV.

OH!

I HAVE COOL NEWS!

Rocky Chaco Man is back to work.  Chaco the Service Dog is back doing Service work at the Mesa County Library in Grand Junction, Colorado.

The Library just started up the reading program and asked Chaco to come read with the little kids.  Chaco has been a Reading Service Dog for a long, long time. He started his work in Castle Rock, Colorado and is continuing it here.

YAY! ROCKY CHACO MAN! You are a Hero!

Oh…one more thing

It’s a whopping 9* fahrenheit here this morning! That’s -12.7778 celsius, if you don’t live here.

A bit cold!

Boomer

 

 

The Perfect Stillness of Golden Light—Thursday, January 4, 2018

My brother and his wife, Cloudy, live in Boulder, Colorado.

Cloudy was walking downtown one late afternoon when that golden hour just after sunset occured

Cloudy said she stood and took photos in all four directions—north, south, east, and west in the graceful, soft hour before the coming of dark.

I loved the photos!

Cloudy graciously shared them with me, so I could share them with you.

This perfect solitude amazing color,  in the heart of downtown Boulder.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda