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My name is Linda Brown. I live on a farm on the western slope of Colorado, in the high mountain desert. I’ve lived here all my life, hailing back four generations on my father’s side. Today I blog about our farm, the everyday activities that keep the farm going. I also write about my thoughts and dreams and goals. On Friday’s I always write about our two farm dogs (Fuzzy (now over the rainbow bridge) and Boomer) and their take of their life on our farm. The lovely thing about blogging it opens the world up for all of us to reach out and meet people from many different cultures and different ways of life. You can find me every day (but Saturday) at https://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com/ Your Friend on a Western Colorado Farm, Linda Brown

Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Twelve, Friday, September 11, 2020

Chapter Twelve

What Mom doesn’t know.

She really doesn’t know how Beaglie is doing.

Sometimes he seems better, ever so much better.

Then sometimes not.

Last night Mom sat up with Boomie from mid-night to two in the morning.  Then she came back to bed and petted and petted and petted me.

I purred lots for Mom.

Sometimes Mom needs comforting also.

Then in the morning Boomer seemed like his old self.

But getting up he hurt his leg.

Sigh!

So now Boomer is on ¼ dose of Prednisone to help the pain and inflammation in his body.

It’s cold here!

The Canadian Geese are back…Early.

Mom, Boomer, Dad, and I all think we are heading toward a very hard wet winter.

Although, by Saturday we are going to be in the high 80’s again.  But the lows are what count this time of year….in the low 40’s, they say.

I still like to go out and hunt and protect the farmyard from other cats and mice—mice are yummy, pretty damaging. I see it as my ‘job’ to take care of mice.  No one takes care of mice like I do!

Anyway, maybe Boomer will feel like going back on the farm with Mom and Dad.

I guess only time will tell.

So, while Mom sets and pets on Boomer, I sit with Mom and comfort her.

What Mom Doesn’t Know?

Mom says—‘when in comes to Boomer-she just doesn’t know.’

Mindy

P.S.  All the photos of Boomer were taken last week before he got really sick and the weather turned bad.

 

 

 

Although, Our Weather Has Turned —- Thursday, September 10, 2020

Although, the weather has turned

Giving us rain, frozen mix like snow, and weather so cold I had to start a fire in the woodstove

The smoke is gone!

And the Pine Gulch Fire is 90% contained. 

Now, hopefully, the other horrendous fires are contained!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Magic —- Wednesday, September 9, 2020

Some of my photos

Deserve their very own post

They are so full of beauty

Drama

And

Poetry.

I just had to give them their own space!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

A Chill Seeps Onto the Farm Each and Every Night Now, Tuesday, September 8, 2020

The morning air is cool almost cold now.

Although, we have been warming up into the 100’s (again) in the afternoons.

I’ve been out-and-about taking photos of the wildlife (if I can find them)

Leaving the little Beeglie at home resting.

The smoke is back —thick (see above) and miserable

So without further ado

I will give you my wee collection

Of the critters

Who, like us, are harvesting and

 

Prepping

For winter

And yes

I do take out treats to feed some of them

But, of course

I don’t feed all of them

The little hummers are leaving us now.

I’m down from 12 feeders to two.

Well, there you have it.

A small collection of fun creatures who share the farm with us.

Yep!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Let It Rain, Let It Snow, Let It Blow—-Monday, September 7, 2020

A load of pine arrived

Just as the sky was turning to crimson.

We only have to head to the mountains for aspen, then we are set for the winter!

Not long now to gather all the firewood

There is a ‘for-real’ chill in the early morning air now.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Eleven, Friday, September 4, 2020

Chapter Eleven

We’ve had a hard week, Mom and I.


Very hard.

I got sick again.

Very sick.

Horribly sick.

Deathly sick.

Mom took me to the vet…the prognosis wasn’t good.

Mom cried and cried and cried.

Then, after giving me all the meds…I seem to be doing better.

It’s my nose again.

Maybe my chest.

Maybe my stomach.

Who knows?

The x-rays didn’t really say.

Mom just couldn’t afford all the blood work and the ultra-sounds and all the other tests.

So, she and I talked about it.

We decided to go with the x-rays and the medication.

The prednisone pumped me up so much I couldn’t sleep.  Spent the whole night panting, and moving up and down, going in and out.

So, no more SPEED for me.

Just the antibiotic for my nose.

Mom and I talked about that also.

 

It all started back up with all the smoke in the area.

Yesterday Mom said:  “Come on, Boomie. You and I need a change of pace.  This panting and huffing and puffing is not good.”

Up I went with her to check the water.

We went at noon and again in the evening.

Honestly, I think I am better today.

I sure hope so.

Mom and I have our fingers and paws crossed.

I trust Mom.

Mom kisses me lots on the nose and tells me to work hard and get well, Boomie.  “We have lots of stuff still to do together.”


I sure love Mom.

(Mom doesn’t really know how things are going to go. Please pray for the best.  The best for Boomie. I will do my best to accept whatever is meant to be.   Thank you, my friends!)

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

Cleaning the Ditch — Thursday, September 3, 2020

It’s that time of year……fall cleaning of the ditch.

Mud builds up coating the sides and the bottom of the cement ditches.

So instead of shoveling. Terry built this cool little water shovel.

The water pushes the shovel along, the mud runs lose in front of the shovel; all we have to do is watch and make sure the shovel doesn’t get lodged on the side.

Then when we are done, there is a breezy ride at the end of a perfect September day.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

And HERE IT IS—-Wednesday, September 2, 2020

The last cutting (3rd) of the second field.

Beautiful, Thick, and Lush.

Now we need sunshine!

Just say’n!

After this is baled and sold we are done for the year!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

I Just Had to Do It —-Tuesday, September 1, 2020

We were working out on the farm

When I decided to

See if I could get any photos

Of those ‘other’ winged creatures

(Bumblebee)

Who share the farm

With us.

Sometimes it seemed the bugs were

Playing and dancing in the air

OOPPS!

RUN!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda