We put the top on the Corvette
For a sparkling ride to Sonic
Where the last gathering of the year took place.
1965 and 1964 side by side in the setting sun.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Black Beauty came over to play with me yesterday day. Black Beauty likes to play with me.
I’m very gentle with her, you see Black Beauty is a Special Needs dog; sometimes she just doesn’t understand things, but I take my time and I help her.
We sniffed out all the news on the farm. Black Beauty didn’t want to go far without her Mom, but I told her it was okay.
My oldest sister was in the house with Mom talking.
They won’t be outside for a spell.
Black Beauty wanted to stand right at the back door and stare inside, but I gently nosed her away and showed her all the cool smells we can investigate.
Once she understood she was with me and it was okay to explore, it went very well.
Black Beauty is a Lab so she has a very good nose; i.e. ABLE TO SMELL EVERYTHING!
We sniffed here and there and everywhere—we smelled coyotes, raccoons, two foxes, and
Mindy cat.
It was a very nice time.
Then Mom and Black Beauty’s Mom (my oldest Sister) came outside
and we all walked back through the farm to Black Beauty’s home— gathering dog news all the way.
Boomer Beaglie Brown 😊
P.S. Some of the photos of Black Beauty have been posted before, but Mom forgot to get current photos on the walk; I wanted you to see Black Beauty in my news report.
Glory Bee, short for a Blaze of Glory, and T’Ata are sisters and the best of friends. They have different Mothers but the same Dad.
They live here on the farm and much loved.
They do EVERYTHING together. And if they don’t get to the other one throws a fit
(The above series has been published before, but I needed to tell you the back story so you would understand this story)
So, while Terry and I were working on the new fence, T’Ata got to go for a ride.
Just a wee little ride down the long farm road — just to stretch around a bit.
Glory went berzerk…running, running, calling, screaming — a crazy girl
It wasn’t long…minutes actually, that T’Ata was back, without her rider.
Naughty girl!
After catching T’Ata, the rider took off again. This time Glory was locked in the barn.
Sometimes you just have to go to your bedroom and wait out a tantrum.
And if you make a break and runaway—You still have to go on a walk.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Terry decided he wanted to tear down an barbed-wire fence along-side the other house and make it into something better.
So we gathered up some of our ‘stashed lumber’, filled the back of the pick-up with nails and all the tools and headed down
It took a couple of days to tear everything down, put up new posts and start putting up the ‘found’ boards
The look was satisfactory
We left the old hinges on the posts—I think they add charm.
Then in the warmest part of the sunlit day, I started painting
All but for one spot…a Praying Mantis had cleverly decided to make its winter home on one of the boards, so I painted around it. I will finish this spot next spring.
Done! The white-painted boards, glinting in the late afternoon sun, contrasting nicely with the growing shadows.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Here we are on a wee tour of the farm and how things are now
The moon is dazzling peeking here and there through the corn
We have deer hanging out in the corn
We have new ‘saved’ goats on the farm. They are not young, very old, complete with arthritis. They are so sweet.
The mornings are dazzling
The Quails are so much fun to watch, and we have lots and lots of them.
The sunrises have been lovely
We have a family of raccoons
And coyotes (Sigh)
The leaves are falling, but they didn’t turn colors this year
We still have water in the canal. It will leave on the first of November. I still enjoy hearing the rush of the water passing through our place.
AND I got a photo of a wasp in flight! How cool that is! 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Morning sunrise.
Terry took one side of the farm and I took the other
It turned out to be a nice day, cold in the morning, warm without wind starting in the middle of the morning
Abundant sunshine
It felt good. All the siphon tubes, the dams, and the ditch cleaners up and waiting for spring.
It was a very good day!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Boomer and I were out working on the farm when I noticed a huge amount of smoke in the San Juan area
After getting home I looked it up on the Fire Map…They are calling it the Cow Creek Fire
I have no idea what started it.
Scary to be having fires this time of year.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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!)
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,
Linda
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,
Linda
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