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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 TLC Cai-Cai. Our sweet kitty who helps keep the farm safe. And Boo Berry Betty, a breeder dog learning to be a Farm Dog! 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

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Sing a Night Song

Umpft!  Snort!  Stretch….ahhh!

What am I hearing?

COYOTES!  The Coyotes are close…right in the bean field!

WAKE UP MOM!!! HOWWWWWWWWWWWWWL!

BAYYYYYYYYYY!  OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

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I ran to the grain bins and bayed to the coyotes…Scram you nasty critters! I yelled.  About that time I heard Mom outside–Good!  She scared them away!

Good job!

I trotted back to Mom and we sat on the back step.

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Wow! What a beautiful night!  It made heart lift in great joy!

So much so I walked into the middle of the lawn; lifted my nose way up in the air, made my mouth into a tiny o, and let out a plaintive sound.

I sang and sang for a very long time.  Trying to reach back, back in time to all those that came before.

When I was done Mom called me over and gave me a big hug.  “I understand, Boomer.  I wish I could reach back in time also” she said.

Song-4

We sat on the back step, just mom and I, letting the silver light flood over us.

Boomer

 

I Work in my Delight—Wednesday, July 29, 2015

BalesAs far as the camera can see

Cornerwashed in sunlight and heat

InIt takes 45 minutes to get a full load

DBut I …have the best part

My-helpI have help!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Second Cutting—Tuesday, July 28, 2015

baling-hayAfter studying the weather apps…(we look at four) Thursday Terry said.  I’m going to do it!

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As soon as he got in, from cutting the hay, big black clouds blew in.

“NO!” We both thought.  “PLEASE NO!”

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Lucky I had my fallen star still in my pocket–we were saving it for a rainy day. Today was a perfect time to use it.

It must have worked; the rain never fell, the sun came out, and even the wind showed up– drying the alfalfa into nice rich (dry) hay.

This morning the dew was perfect for baling.  We are on our way.  Second cutting of hay is going to turn out just right.  We have customers waiting…even a man as far away as Lake City, Colorado, is waiting for this batch.  This man has 28 horses and only wants straight alfalfa hay to get his herd through the long cold winters up there.  He comes in with a semi-and loads up.

Our other customers ( horses, cows, sheep and goats) have been calling.  It will be nice to fill their orders.  It is also much appreciated to know we have such loyal and steady customers.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Paradise—Monday, July 27, 2015

4Despite the heat

5The sun spreading warmth

6Like warmed honey….8

There is always magic9

In a place

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called

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paradise

Safe

home.

Your friend,

Linda

 

 

 

Some Things Just Make Me Happy—Sunday, July 26, 2015

rThat fun little star shaped balloon

BladeAnd a grandson who wanted to paint the trim on the upstairs window!

Your friend,

Linda

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Night Work

The reality of a dog’s life…a farm dog’s life, that is—is we work at night.

Coming on Night

There is much we have to do:

Night

First I go with Mom and Dad to change the water one last time before bed.

Then, when they are inside watch television, I’m outside so I can check out all the places the fox have been.  We have a lot of fox.  A group of fox is called a skulk, beats me why they call a group a skulk. (Mom assures me this a fact. Weird)

Mom always asks me to come in to spend the night; I go in and try to rest. BUT there is so much going on out outside I head back out.  When I’m tired I can always bed down in one of the dog houses.

Look

I’m really always on guard…well, let me clarify I don’t really guard, I sniff out and then I either give chase or I holler for Mom or Dad.

But why holler for Mom or Dad for the common night creatures: fox, owls, cats (Sam and Monkey), mice, deer ….ugh … skunk…those sorts of every day critters that share the farm with us.

Now I do holler when the coyotes come around…so does Mom!

Shudder, shiver…I sure don’t like coyotes!

Run

Mom and I go for a walk around mid-night.  After which I usually come in and crash for a spell.

Morning Corn

 

Then come morning…well, you see, I have to get back out there and see if anything came through while I slept.

FOX-Hunt

As my grandpa would say— I’m a very busy feller!

Boomer

 

 

Catch a Falling Star — Thursday, July 23, 2015

HayAfter Terry cut the alfalfa and I stopped painting for the day–meaning after supper, we went out and worked in the pinto bean field.PB1WE FINISHED!!!  The pinto beans are free and clear (for a spell)

feelers.jpgThere will be weeds appearing again, but for Terry and I— we are done.  The pinto beans are starting to shoot the feelers.  These little vines will grab onto to each other and cause the rows to grow shut.

Beautiful The sun had set and we were heading back home, when I noticed something flashing and twinkling in the late evening sky.

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Drifting down, down, down we saw it land gently in the upper part of the pinto bean field.  Hopeing it would NOT get away I hurried to the upper end of the pinto bean field, to see a helium balloon shaped like a star resting among the pinto bean rows.

Falling-Star

A fun little gift from the heavens!

Star I nestled the star on the four-wheeler, laying a large rock on it’s string, tucked my weeding knife securing under the bars and brought the falling star home.

Your friend on a Western Colorado farm,

Linda

Ella had it Right—Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Blue Skies, nothing but, blue skies…(Ella Fitzgerald)

Blue-SKiesThe rains have gone, soon to be replaced with triple digit heat.

CanasI’m painting on the this side of the house today.

UPYesterday and the day before was up here! One thing about it, I could see for miles.  Although, I tried NOT to look down.

Evening-WorkIn the evening Terry, Boomer and I weed the pinto bean field.  It’s not toooo huge, only 20 acres.  We work at it morning and evening.  Once the beans shoot the feelers and the rows grow shut we won’t be able to weed anymore.  Weeding is terribly important…if you get too much trash in the pinto beans the elevator docks you for the cleaning of the beans.

Purple We take a break; sipping iced tea outside, in the cool of the shade.  Resting a spell and listening the bees hum as they gather pollen.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

A Soft Morning–Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Rain It rained during the night, leaving the earth moist and damp with a faint chill of autumn in the air.

Evening

Fall is just an illusion, for tomorrow the heat of summer returns, gradually bringing with it triple digit weather—perfect for cutting the alfalfa to make into hay.

Cultivate

But today …. today Terry is cultivating the pinto beans and I am getting closer to finishing painting.  (I have the top of the house done and part of the north side.  All that is left is the large area of east side and a section of the front/north porch.)

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A very ordinary day!  But the sheer ordinariness is comforting in and of itself.

Your friend,

Linda