The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Three

Early the next morning Houston arrived!  I always like it when Houston is here.  Houston and I are the bestest of best friends.  She used to live here, but she doesn’t anymore.  Now she lives in Alamosa, Colorado, and comes to visit us at least twice a month.

The second Houston gets a chance she heads over to my part of the farm to see me and Mom.  Mom always has a treat ready for her.  Then Houston heads back to her part of the farm.  Sometimes I go with her and sometimes I don’t.

Anywho…Houston arrived– mom gave us treats — we decided to head back to the other side of the farm to see Etta and Rocky. It was on the way back to the other side of the farm we ran into Rusty!

Rusty is ONE of the foxes who make their den on the farm. Rusty was high tailing it as fast as he could away from Etta and Rocky’s yard.

“WHOA!  STOP!”  I bayed.  “What were you doing down at Etta’s and Rocky’s yard!”  I hollered.

“NOTHING! NOTHING AT ALL!”  Rusty yelled back at us, as he kept running.

Houston took off…dashing madly after Rusty!

“What were you doing at the farm?”  Houston growled at Rusty as she pounced on Rusty’s tail causing him to slam to a stop!

“Ah, er, um….nothing.”  Rusty yipped his sharp cunning eyes darting this way and that.

“Nothing?!” I pondered…”Like as in nothing—just making sure the chickens were in their proper place in the yard!”  I took a step closer to Rusty.

“Well,” a rush of water suddenly flowed out of Rusty’s mouth, SLURP, his big red tongue came out and slicked up all the slobbers, as a cunning smile played on his face.  “I was just wondering, slurp, drool, if maybe…just maybe a poor young chicken has wandered away from the chicken yard…you know, sorta SLURP, lost its way and I could—well—you see—help it find its way, so to speak.”

Houston let go of Rusty’s tail; growled, a low menacing sound low in her throat.

I took two steps closer and slunk down in the crouch Fuzzy showed me when going after wayward cows.  (If it works for cows, I reasoned, it should work for a fox!)

Rusty whipped around to face us. “Hey, now…slow down…I was, er, slurp…HUNGRY!  OKAY! I am HUNGRY! It’s been forever since I ate…”

Houston took two steps closer.

“I mean…look…six pheasant eggs, a Mallard duck, and twenty mice just don’t fill up a fox.  We need LOTS and LOTS and LOTS of protein.”  Rusty was slowly, ever so slowly backing up…two steps back, stop, two more steps back.

Gradually Houston and I got Rusty the Fox, to the old Apricot tree when he broke and ran.

“Whew! That was hard work!” exclaimed Houston… “For a second or two there I almost felt sorry for that fox, but the look in his eye told me he was a con-fox if there ever was one!”

Houston and I turned as one and trotted back to the farm house where Rocky and Etta live, chuckling at this great adventure we just had.  Catching a fox is a big deal…threating him to run away even bigger!

FIRE!!!—Thursday, March 23, 2017

Sunday afternoon I looked over our fields and saw a huge plume of smoke!

HUGE…of course I didn’t think to take a photo of it.

Hoping it wasn’t a farm on fire we drove down to see if we could help.  Although, as we started down we were passed by a fleet of fire trucks heading toward the Rubidoux Canyon.

Now most of the  Roubidoux Canyon is the ranch of Mr. Davis and his daughter. (There are other homes and farms and BLM land down there, but they are way at the other end of the canyon.)

(Davis settled they whole canyon and the ledges just above the canyon many years ago when Delta was just opened up for settlement around 1881 or so.)  This is a photo of the hold home place in 1882.

The canyon is the winter home of the bulls, the horses and the cows and yearling calves.

And it is posted!

Still people trespass and ‘camp and picnic’ on their property.  Leaving behind broken glass, beer cans, all sorts of nasty trash.

Sunday a careless camper started a campfire to cook potatoes; the result was a canyon on fire.

Our oldest daughter and Jason were down in the canyon  when the fire broke out and were able to help move the bulls to higher ground.  Teresa Davis and other members of the Davis family moved the rest of the cows and calves.

The fire was so intense it even jumped the river.


We haven’t gone down to see the damage, I’m sure it’s extensive.  What a sad mess.  What a hard lesson for that camper to learn—the whole thing is a bad deal.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


Something Larger Than Yourself—Wednesday, March 22, 2017

The work goes on…first light –until way past last light– arriving back in the yard in a flurry of falling stars in the velvet night.

Yesterday Terry worked in the alfalfa field and I finished up raking the whole yard, all the flower beds, around all the outbuildings, and

(This is an old photo, but it gives you an idea of what I did yesterday)

worked on getting the canal bank ready for the water to come.  A huge job.

The fertilizer truck arrived around 7 this morning.  So now Terry is

rolling the fertilizer on the corn fields.

Water is supposed to be in the canal any day now.  We took a short drive around 5 yesterday afternoon, checking the canals above us to see where the water was…our lives revolve around water.

It’s a busy time of year, but a good time.  It gives me a sense of reaching out to something ever so much larger than myself.  Our farm, a small, vibrant island of life.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm








Moonlight on Water—Tuesday, March 21, 2017

(This is an old photo, but one I loved so thought I would share it again 🙂 )

George, a long-time blog friend, sent me a gift of a lifetime.

A moonbow! He and his dearly beloved wife, Betsy had gone to Cumberland Falls State Park in Kentucky for his birthday.  Heading out on a clear moonlight night they went to the falls to see if they could see a MoonBow in the water. You can read about their experience here.

And here is Betsy’s wonderful blog.

What an amazing gift!!!  There they were with the moon making a path stretching all along the water, shadows of the night along the trees and bushes, the mist from the falls cold around their feet, the silence that isn’t silence for the thundering of the fall…and then

The moonlight shimmering all along the mist of the water!

Wow!  Thank you, George!

From my world to your heart,




Why I Come Here—Monday, March 20, 2017

Yesterday I got a message from WordPress:
Happy Anniversary with!
You registered on 10 years ago.
Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging.
Ten years!  Goodness times has flown.  Terry and my hair have turned color, in that time, his is white and mine gray….we are both retired from downtown jobs
Our grandchildren have grown from tiny infants into much bigger kids.
Still the drifting clouds and the breezes continue to move over the land we call home.
 And we still continue to farm.  Working the soil, building fences, taking care of the this piece of property that calls to Terry and I.
And for me, I love blogging.
I’ve met so many wonderful friends here, people who have become more than a push of the like button…
For you — each one of you…sit close to me for a spell and we get to know each other.
Thank you for my wonderful ten years of blogging.

Moment’s Clipped in Time—-Sunday, March 19, 2017

Friday afternoon Terry came in with a broken roller harrow.

One whole roller came off and flung itself all down the row.  Twenty three rollers and other parts and pieces.

What a huge expensive mess.

Terry made  a quick call to U.S. Tractor in Montrose, Colorado;  ordered parts (they will be in Saturday morning).So that gave us the rest of the day to work on FENCES!!!

Then Saturday morning a fast trip to Montrose, and Terry started to put the roller back together.  I helped, but that is all I did.  ‘Here hold this.  When say push, push.  Do this or that’…while he put it all back together again.

Terry is multitalented that is for sure.

By late afternoon he was back in the field.

There are some moments (clipped out of time), which seemed to be perfectly adhered in our memories… watching Terry finished plowing one of the field the other night—-I saw a beautiful sight.  One that says, in Spring — everything is possible!




(Only if you get the ground ready for the crops!)

From daylight to dusk….the land is jarred loose from it’s long winter’s nap.

And the small spring buds start waking; drowning out the voices of last years old growth.

Until one magic morning the earth is full of glorious smells (fresh turned soil, apricot blooms, growing green grass and alfalfa)  and a feast for the eyes.

What a joy!

From my world to your heart,



The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Two

After Mr. Davis and Teresa got the cows and calves moved off the place,

Dad started farming more of the land. That’s sorta boring for me, because when Dad does that he takes away MY SNACKS!!!

Oh, well!  Maybe if I go beg at the door Mom will let me in and I can hang out with Mom for a spell.  Mom has been going in and out pretty regular today hanging clothes on the clothesline.

So I stood at the door and waited.  I just wait I know it won’t be too long before Mom comes out with something for the clothes line.

Oh! Good, there she is…letting out the cat and letting me in.

I laid down on my soft comfy bed; drifted off to sleep.  When Mom went by me real fast….

“Oh, my goodness!  WHAT IS ON FIRE!” Mom exclaimed as she headed out the door going toward the big machinery shed.

I jumped up and followed her as fast as my legs could go.

“FIRE!”  I bayed.  “ROMEO! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?”  Mom and I headed to the pasture, where Romeo the horse is spending his days with us!

“Romeo!” Mom called!  ROMEO!  Oh, there you are.”  Mom gave Romeo a pet on his nose.

Snuffle, snort…there is a fire next to my pasture, Grams” Romeo tried to tell Mom.

Mom, myself and Romeo walked up the pasture a ways and stopped. “I’ll be so glad when everyone next to us gets this need to set everything on fire out of their system.  With everything so dry these field burns are starting to make me very nervous!”  Mom said to Romeo and me.

It was a long while back we had snow, then even while we had snow and cold and below freezing temperatures the rains came.  Even before the cows came the rains came and melted ALL the snow, turned everything into mud.

Then the air dried up and the earth dried up and we were DRY.

Then came more winter and then sorta spring and the cows came, then the calves started popping up and once in a while we might have hint of moisture but really nothing.

Now we are in late winter and almost spring, with temperatures hot as June in the daytime, but cold at night so everything has all its moisture sucked right out of it.

That’s why Mom and Dad and I (your wondrous Boomer Beaglie Brown, sometimes known as Sherlock Boomer) have become concerned about fire!  You get last year’s tall dead grass, dry and brittle leaves on the sagebrush, Chico Brush and Rabbit brush, hot days with warm breezes and you have the perfect mix for a dangerous fire.

Then you add, into this crazy mix PEOPLE WHO LIKE TO BURN UP LAST WINTER’S DEAD STUFF and you get FIRE!

The kind of fire that takes out farms and houses….well, you know EVERYTHING!

We stood up at the end of Romeo’s pasture and watched that fire swoosh across the cornfield.  Gradually it burned itself out.

Giving Romeo a bunch of hugs and rubs Mom and I walked back to the house leaving Romeo up there to guard the end of his pasture.  He said he was glad to do so, since there was lots of grass to eat.

We got back home just at the UPS man arrived, so I peeled out and left Mom in the dust.  I feel it’s very important to let the UPS guy know that I am the dog in charge out our place, and he has to have my permission to get out of his truck.  Of course he always gets out of his truck anyway.  If it’s the nice UPS guy I get tossed a bone, if it’s the mean UPS guy he tries to kick me.   No matter the danger (mean UPS guy) I always do my beagle duty and bark at him.

I got there just as the UPS guy was backing up.  I gave my loudest beagle bay ever…so loud and long I actually jumped up in the air.  I could see the UPS guy moving around in his stopped truck, I continued to blast my loudest barks ever!

About that time Mom was getting close to the driveway.

The UPS guy started down the UPS truck steps so I sorta kinda got closer baying all the while when suddenly the UPS driver turned into a HUGE MEAN GODZILLA OF A MONSTER and lunged at me with deadly claws up in the air.

It was at the precise moment I realized that some monster has eaten the UPS driver and was now poised to eat MOM AND ME!!!!

My ears flew up, as far as beagle ears can fly, the hair on the back of my neck and all down my body fluffed up and I summoned the loudest bark I possibly could.

Before I could get my bay out Mom was right beside me and the GOZILLA Monster was flying down the steps of the UPS truck right toward MOM AND ME!

I whirled around and tucked my tail under my hind end, slinging barks at the UPS monster and ran right into the propane tank.

It sorta kinda slowed me down…klunk! I mean, it well, stopped me.  It was while I was in the stopped position I heard Mom and the —huh!? —UPS driver laughing.

Mom walked over to me, while the NICE UPS driver put this amazingly large package down on the glider.  Mom petted me, so I could calm down.  Then the nice UPS driver gave me THREE cookies, chuckling all the while.

Three cookies!  Yum! Slobber, chew!

With a wave and a rev of his motor the UPS driver was gone.

I stood there chewing up the last of my cookies and watched Mom carry that huge package into the house.

I wonder what happed to the Godzilla monster.  I’ll bet I scared it so bad it ran away.  That’s what I bet.


A Wonderful Book: Loyal—-Thursday, March 16, 2017

I just finished reading this great book:  Loyal: 38 Inspiring Tales of Bravery, Heroism, and the Devotion of Dogs by Rebecca Ascher-Walsh (Author)   it is a wonderful book….telling the tales of love and loyalty and that special something between humans and the dogs that love them….or is it between dogs and those humans that love the dogs?

There are 38 tales of amazing and wonderful dogs complete with full face photos of the dog being featured.

This is a serious book but also an uplifting book about those wonderful creatures called ‘man’s best friend’ or for many others of us, ‘our fur children.’

It a quick read, but a read, which confirms dogs enrich and enhance our lives in so many different ways.  Many times the stories are about dogs who come to the rescue of the humans in their lives, or as true unconditional acceptance of us, that lifts us up and helps us become better selves.

This is a book you can sit on your coffee table for the lovely photos alone.  It is also a book you can give your visitors, children, and grandchildren to read.  This book can be read and re-read for years.

It’s a great book that reminds us why dogs are an important part of our daily lives.

If you love dogs this is a great book for you.  I highly recommend this outstanding read.

This is the customer comment I left on  It is such a good book I thought I would share my words with you also!






One Field Finished with the Second Step — Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Terry has finished rolling one field…there are many more field  to work , but this one is finished with the plowing and the rolling.

This is what plowed ground looks like —all lumpy and bumpy

And here is what it looks like after being rolled.  There are several more steps to go before we can start water and then plant.  (Terry wet plants…the seeds come up faster and they come up all at once, that way.)

It’s always a good feeling to get one step done and ready for the next step!


Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


The Soft Susurrus as the Night Gathers—-Tuesday, March 14, 2017

There is a silence, which descends on the land, as the day starts to fade and night begins creeping into all the corners of the earth

Although the day time sounds are muted.  But darkness, you understand,  is not silent…small melodious voices break out through all the long time, of that mysterious shadowy time of sleep.

Invisible intimate sounds: the hoot of an owl, a squeak of a scurrying mouse, a nightbird calling;the howl of a distant coyote…are a constant flicker at the edge of hearing.

There are those who feel an uneasiness in the night. But not I….

I find a late night walk (among those creatures of the land) a rather comforting journey of peace.

From my world to your heart,