I can’t help but think
As I watch the moon turn from a New Moon
To another gift of a full Moon
That the glory of the world is blessed with the innocence of a full Moon.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm
Linda
Sometimes the farms’ hawk
Is easy to capture with the camera
Sometimes he/she moves in the blink of an eye
And I miss!
(this is an old photo, but I love it! A rare photo for me)
Oh, well! Maybe next time.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda 
Here is another older photo!
Storm Blowing in
Rolling along
Rolling, rolling
Dirt everywhere
Then a bit of a a frozen mix
The earth is littered with leaves.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I like to see the birds, flying high in the air
The thrilling sensation
Of catching them in flight.
Wings stretched in tight
Beautiful!
( a flock of birds over the Back Forty)
Even a little bird shadow.
So lucky, lucky am I!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Dad called to Mom —“Your cat is clear out in the alfalfa field.”
Mom went to look and exclaimed, “That isn’t TLC Cai-Cai! That is a FOX!”
“What!?” Dad jumped up out of his chair and went to the door with Mom. “Yes, it is! A FOX!”
“I think I had better really keep an eye on the chickens. Must be a ‘new to the farm’ fox and is looking for personal territory.” Mom replied.
Now while all this was going on, Boo Berry Betty and I could have TOLD Mom and Dad about the fox, because —well, after all—we already knew.
There are smells.
And footprints.
And sometimes poop is left for us to know that FOX is here.
Mom thought it would be kinda neat to put up a trail camera to see where the Fox might be hanging out. She picked the garden spot, because, she said, I, yours truly, TLC Cai-Cai, have been acting rather jumpy whenever I am in the garden spot.
Yep! Like I said I could have told her, but she doesn’t really understand my language.
FOX! Fox in the yard! Eventually, the fox will move on, but for now, everyone, except those rather dumb birds called chickens, is on high alert!
TLC Cai-Cai
I helped Terry do about an hour’s worth of wood—an hour was about my limit.
In the process of ‘going over’ to do the work
I noticed how beautiful the world is right now.
Just downright lovely! So much so that it makes your eyes, heart, and soul feel like bells are ringing, and songs are singing; the world jangling with joy.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
“Wow! How Cool! The Electric Fence isn’t working. Come on LaVerne. Come on T’Ata!” Glory Bee slid under the fence and trotted out onto the farm.
“Oh, yum, a whole field of freshly frozen alfalfa.” Glory Bee mumbled to herself.
“Are you sure we should be out here, Glory Bee?” LaVern asked.
“Hummmm, what is that smell?”
“COYOTE! I SMELL A COYOTE!”
“I’m going to go down this hill and see if I can actually SEE a coyote and not just smell a coyote!” LaVerne explained to T’Ata.
“You do that, I’m staying in the alfalfa field.” replied T’Ata
“RUN!!!! Mom is on her way to get us! RUN!”
It took a bit, as those of you with horse knowledge know, but after a bit Shannon and I got the girls rounded up and back in their own part of the farm.
From our world to your world,
Linda
I am gradually able to do more than the day before. YAY!
Saw the Doctor today…I am improving.
I thank you so much for your encouraging words, your kind thoughts, and your prayers.
It all means so very much!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Turning our whole world orange. Our oldest daughter, Shannon, took this photo. It is stunning.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I think I am improving.
I really can’t tell. Feel better: do a little something. Then collapse, sleep —then start back over feeling a little better.
Still, I have hope. This is gone for a long time and I’m tired of feeling poorly.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 