We are busy! Just say’n.
“Remember, there’s no such thing as a small act of kindness. Every act creates a ripple with no logical end.”– Scott Adams
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I woke up some time later. Stanley, Stanley, Stanley was still in his home/hole and Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley no where to be found.
Hummm.
Guess It’s time to take myself back to the yard and see what Mom is doing.
I turned around and started trotting back toward the farm yard. Past all the equipment, past the hay stack yard, (it’s very empty right now—waiting for the new hay bales to come in), past the Butler Bins, then passed the Shed where there is a Squirrel hole/home, and then into the welcoming cool shade of the farm yard itself.
Home! Shade! AHHH!
Now this is much better than running with a squirrel on my back, in the smoky air, and the heat.
I headed over to the green cool grass and flopped down once more.
I was laying there enjoying the feeling of cool grass when suddenly a great big bird flew down out of the willow tree.
I jumped up ready to scram out of there when the big black bird put out his wing and touched my NOSE!!
I about passed out! “Who-who are you?” I’m sure I squeaked out the question. My voice was somewhere over there on the lawn scared, I’m sure.
“Barney.” The crow replied. “And you?”
“Ah, Boo Berry Betty Brown. Do you live here? On the farm? In the big willow tree?” I looked at him with huge eyes.
“Nope! I live down yonder. There is a whole murder of us down there. I was scouting around looking for something to do. Maybe something to eat…you know. Fill the ol tummy, sorta thing.”
“Eat?!?!?!” I looked with horror at Barney.
“Don’t worry, dog. I only like to eat dead things. Yum. Although, I do like to eat other things in the line of fruit and vegetables. I am a gore-met, as they say.” He winked at me.
“Ahhhhhh, I don’t think I can help you much, Barney—I think it’s time I trot on into the house now.” I got up and tried to shake off that HUGE black wing.
“Naa little dog, I think you and I are going to get to know each other—-” SQUACK!!! Suddenly Barney was flat — feathers flying everywhere.
“GET OUT OF HERE! BIG BIRD!!!” TLC screamed at Barney—
“GET!!!” TLC yelled as he pulled himself up where he was shook off by Barney.
Barney scrambled to his feet, flapped his big black wings, and took off cawing.
I looked at TLC and he smugly looked at me.
“Wow, TLC you saved me.”
“Yep. You gotta learn who your friends are, Boo Berry, and crows are really not friends. Ever.” TLC pronounced.
Even in the smoke filled skies —-
The cutting of the second aflafla field was accomplished.
The fires are terrible. So sad and so awful.
“Our wings are small, but the ripples of the heart are infinite.” — Amit Ray, PH.D.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
It is a scary time here.
Leroux Fire started yesterday. Burning at the 7X ranch
It wasn’t that long ago Terry and I took a wee trip in that part of our county.
Another fire started on the Uncompahgre Plateau. The Turner Fire is still active, and now another one has begun.
What a scary, scary time.
“Each person who delivers kindness stays with us forever.” — Robin S. Sharma
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I saw a rock with a man on it. He was shouting at me—although I heard it as a whisper.
Then, a few steps away, I saw a heart!
“Happiness is not a station you arrive at, but a manner of traveling.”–Margaret Lee Runbeck
I am blessed.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
They are so interesting. It looks like they are a comb; combing the air.
If you know, could you let me know?
“I am a willow of the wilderness, loving the wind that bent me.”–Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Who can’t smile BIG when they see a cute kitty playing and dancing with extreme happiness?
That amazing feeling of feeling ALIVE!
“Gratitude is happiness, doubled by wonder” — G.K. Chesterton (author)TLC C
First, we stopped at Mom’s home. Guess what!? It was another hole in the ground. IN DAD’S WORK SHED!!! My word. I can’t imagine Dad is very happy about that!
Then we moved over to the Butler Bin and the augur and the augur thingy — right there UNDER the thingy was his brother’s home. I was stunned.
“Wow! All of you live right here in the farmyard with all of us! You are all Brown Squirrels!”
“Hummm, no, we are ground squirrels. Not Brown Squirrels.” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, puzzled.
“No, that is your species, you are our family. So, you are BROWN. That’s your last name. Like now, you know you are Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley BROWN!!!” I explained.
“OH!!! I SEE!!!”
We are all part of one big family!”
“Yes, you are ours and we are yours!” I smiled.
“Cool! Do you want to see Dad’s home?”
“Sure, let’s go!”
Suddenly, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley jumped on my back!
I was so startled, I took off running.
When I finally stopped (that squirrel can really hang on, let me tell you), we were way out on the farm by the crossover pipe.
I stopped.
Short.
My breath was gone, my back hurt; I was exhausted.
“YOU DID IT!!!” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, screamed as he jumped down. “You brought us right where Dad lives!”
I flopped down on the ground, rolled over to make sure Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley wasn’t still attached to me somehow, and closed my eyes.
“I did what?” I moaned.
“Brought us right to the spot where DAD lives! Boo Berry, you are one heck of a dog!”
“No, I am on heck of exhausted,” I said, pulling myself up onto all four paws.
“That’s okay, we got here just fine. And… DAD!” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley screamed and ran toward another squirrel sitting outside his hole/home by the drill steel pile.
“Dad! Dad! I’ve brought Boo Berry to meet you. Dad, Boo Berry, Boo Berry DAD!” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley proudly announced.
Dad barely looked at me. Then looked at Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley. “You do realize that is a dog, Son?” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley proclaimed.
“Oh, yes, Dad! We are great friends. I brought her out here to meet you!”
Stanley, Stanley, Stanley looked at me, gave a warning CHIRP, and dove right into his hole.
Humm, so that is where the hole is, I muttered to myself.
“DAD! DAD! COME BACK!” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley hollered. “Boo Berry is a friend!”
AAAAAH I think your Dad doesn’t really like dogs.” I observed.
“Shoot! Now what?” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley cried in despair.
“Don’t worry!” I petted him on his furry back. “Let’s just sit here for a moment and rest. I’m sure we will come up with something.”
I sat down in the shade, put my head between my paws, and ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzz
This is One of the fires burning on the Uncompahgre Plateau
We have five fires surrounding us. It’s all so very sad.
The wind doesn’t help. 
But so far, we haven’t had any more lightning storms. That’s a help.
And!!! I found another heart!!
I so love this earth! Don’t you?
“The air is like a butterfly with frail wings. The happy earth looks at the sky and sings” — Joyce Kilmer
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Leave your desk,
Forget your house work
Open your door and step outside!
Smell the rain coming in
Wander along sparkling water
Look up
Feast upon the eye candy of flowers
Watch the sun set or rise —-
at least one of them
Watch the sun warm up the land
Sit in the cool shade and relax
Go outside do something….
And (Do not forget) to look for kisses from the earth!
“A mother’s happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also in the guise of fond memories.”— Honore de Balzac
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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