What a busy day! I am just now getting my Sunday Stills Photos up and it’s 8:00 at night (really I’m still on Mountain Standard Time so it is 7:00 p.m.)
I chose for my Sunday Stills Small part of a whole as the fence and gate lock, but as I get here I realize I didn’t get a photo of one fence. Please forgive…here is a small part of the fence and it’s lock.
I took a photos of two different fences on the place and our creative locks!
Happy Sunday One and All!
Linda
Finally, Fuzzy and I, Mom and Dad have made it through the mud days of March. March is spring for us here in Western Colorado…..well, at least our part of Western Colorado.
March is also the time of mud, wind, and little green shoots of weeds and such.
March is still cold. There isn’t much anyone can do about it. Fuzzy and I are still wearing our heavy outside fur, and Mom and Dad are still in their carharts and sometime mud shoes.
But the bulk of the calves
and the lambs have been born and the best of all……the days are growing longer and longer!
Winter’s darkness (which squishes you at both ends of the each and every day) is gone! Gone until sometime next year! GONE!
Fuzz and I love it!
Around here everyone is glad to see March arrive. It’s the time when all the farming starts, and well….that’s what we are about. Stirring the soil, having the seeds delivered, fertilizing the ground, getting everything ready to plant.
Dad has started ‘opening the ground’, which means he is doing tractor work, which means there is always some little grandchild that likes to ride with Grandpa, up and down, up and down. They do get bored after about three rounds, but they still want to be up high on the tractor with Grandpa.
I love helping Dad…we go out and do shovel work together.
Fuzzy would like to go, but he has trouble doing too much. We do lots of chasing of things around the yard, but he really can’t walk much past the haystack area.
I love Fuzzy. I only go with Dad if he invites me, because I worry that Fuzz will be disappointed he can’t go.
Anyway spring is here, folks! And Fuzz and I are happy dogs!
Boomer
Linda 🙂 🙂 :)!!!
I just finished reading this most amazing book. As all of us who live with animals know…they have emotions, insight, and can communicate to us. Bernd Heinrich brings to us the Mind of the Raven, which I can say is very, very eyeopening. If you ever get a chance to read it, please do so.
Linda
Here is the answer to “Where is the Cat” post on February 29th!
It really is hard to see in all that junk, but once more, once you find it, you will always see it!
Hope you have fun, I sure did!
Linda
For this next Sunday Stills challenge find an opening (a window, knothole, fence…) and use it to frame something on the other side.
Okay this was hard!
I tired…I could not find anything really neat or cool or even exciting…so I settled for—-
TA DA
Through the window of the 1948 Willy’s Jeep. A rather neat jeep that Terry named after me and in honor of the jeep on the Roy Roger’s show, Nelly Bell!
I give you Linda Bell!
Linda
Boomer and I have been seeing and hearing those wily coyotes quite a bit lately. Ever since we did some night singing with them, they have been, hum, well, L.O.U.D! They have even been right in the fields between Hank’s house and our place.
I guess we shouldn’t have mocked them the other night. (It was fun.)
We’ve been real silent when we hear and see them in the fields close by…the last thing Boomer and I want (and Sammy the Cat) is those wild yellowed-eyed mean ‘ol coyotes coming on INTO the yard, ours or Hanks!
I think the main reason they are so close, so very close, so very, very, very close it is uncomfortable is the new calves popping up all over the place.
The other new predators we have are the ravens and the crows. Mom’s been trying to get a photo of the two of them (the ravens and the crows), but they are slick, slick, slick. Just as soon as she gets close enough to take a photo they fly off.
Now the reason we don’t want the ravens and the crows hanging around is the same reason we don’t want the coyotes….the brand new baby calves.
You see ravens and crows love nothing more than to eat eyeballs. And if they can peck-out a newborn’s eyeball and smack it down for a delicious little lunch, then by golly they do. The Mom cows are pretty good about taking care of the new little kidlets, but still all in all those huge black birds are a danger.
Boomer and I run out into the field whenever we see the huge black birds hopping alongside a new born calf, barking and baying. They flutter up with in a swoosh and then settle right back down. But if we have done a good job, the Momma cow has moved in even closer so we dogs can’t get up by the baby. Or she has run off down the field with the calf, either way we hope the birds leave.
They really aren’t afraid…the birds, I mean. They just fly up a short ways in the air, then settle back down after we turn around and leave.
It took Mom and Dad a little while to figure out we weren’t trying to chase the cows…..I WOULD NEVER CHASE A COW IN MY LIFE—–I AM A COW DOG!!!!! And Boomer?! Well, Boomer just runs along doing whatever I do, so he is basically harmless. When they yell at us to get back into the yard… NOW! We hurry back as fast as our legs can takes us. Then I look at Mom and Dad with indignation and hurt written all over my face. Boomer just smiles and swaps his tail on the ground in a most sincere way. (I can’t whap my tail as I only have a tiny little short one).
Since we seem to be having lots of predator activity Dad talked to the Government Hunter and Trapper. He said there have been a slew of complaints about the coyotes, the fox and the ravens. He said they are working to thin down the populations in the draws surrounding us for about 5 miles in both directions. So I guess we just wait and be very vigilant.
Boomer says we have to stay vigilant and valiant, Hank says he will help.
Mom said, “You boys, you just take care of your yard— the rest of the farm, the draws, the swamp, and the hillsides are up to the rancher, who is renting out our place for his first year heifers, the government hunter and Dad.”
I agreed, the 4 acres of yard, sheds, and barns are enough for Boomer and me.
Fuzzy
This was sent to me in an email from a very good friend in Texas
Yes, there really is a cat there. Once you see it you will always see it. I will post later where the cat is.
Have fun!
Linda
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This lucky assignment happened just in the nick of time. I was going to post my February Trees (I’m taking photos of the same trees at the same time every month—just so I can see the movement of the seasons.)
So here it is the last Sunday of the month and the Sunday Stills assignment is TREES! YEA!
My last post of these very same trees can be seen here complete with snow on the ground!
We are almost to March, not long now. Terry said he will start farming in three weeks. Lots of the big farmers are already working up the ground.
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 