All she wanted for her fourth birthday was a big girl bike, with two baskets! One to carry pink poodle in and one to put pretty rocks into.
All that tricycle riding last year paid off with this bike…she only had trouble going UP hill everything else—turning corners, going down hill, stopping were a breeze!
Linda
It doesn’t matter how much feed you have or how much land the cows have to walk on there is always one ——
Who has to get out, even if it means breaking the fence down.
Linda
It is nice to have cows on our place again. The rancher who brings his first year heifer’s up here to calve-out brought them in February 1st.
We check them often and the rancher checks them twice a day. Since this is their first year for calving we all stay very watchful. (Although, problems can occur at any age with any cow or calf)
Happy Sunday everyone!
Linda
Well, it happened! Hank has been banished to his yard when our chickens are out. Banished! (But only when the Chickens are out, Mom said.)
See here is what happened….
Well, maybe I had better defend Hank first; you have to understand Hank must have bird dog in him, that is my story and I’m sticking to it.
Hank was up visiting when he told Boomer and me that he sometimes has dreams of eating a whole chicken all by himself. (He said this as one of the chickens walked across the road in a scurry to get to Mom as she was bringing out the scraps for the day.)
He went on to say that he caught a mallard duck down at the swamp, (before he got his lovely shock collar) brought it home and had a great feast until Mom-mom and the kids got home. There was lots of ‘bad dog’ and other things that made Hank have a heavy heart.
I looked at him rather surprised, “You mean wet chicken don’t you?” The kind that comes without bones and is all canned up and well, very dead?” I asked him.
Boomer looked at Hank with a totally blank look on his face…”Why would you want to eat something that you have to chase, mug and then de-feather?” he asked Hank.
We both stared at Hank…his eyes were glazed over and drool was coming off his mouth. “Your mouth is watering, Hank!” Boomer sort of screamed at Hank.
“Slurp, slop, drool. Gosh I’m sorry. Slurp…slurp…chickens are just dumb birds….slurp, which are placed on this earth to slurp…”
“Gosh, sorry! The strain is just too much.” Hank said as his stood up. “I think I had best go home now.”
“You can’t go home, Hank. Your people brought you up here to stay with us until they get back from going to Grand Junction.” Boomer pointed out.
“Oh, yeah, I guess I had better, hummm, go sit around in the sun on the other side of the house.”
Hank’s eyes seemed to drift over to where Mom was and all four of the hens, even as his feet were moving him over to the east side of the house.
Suddenly one of Mom’s chicken’s decided to run to the front yard, just spread her wings out and took off running, sort of like an airplane heading for a take-off.
That is when Hank took off.
That boy is fast, I can give him credit for that!
Mom saw Hank and knew just what he had in his little Hank pea-brain.
“HANK!” she yelled “You have better not……………………………………!!!!”
She got to where the chicken was —– just after Hank got there.
I sure didn’t know Mom knew how to play football, and I think Boomer and Hank didn’t know it either, but hummm, well she must, because she tackled that dog just as he was trying to dodge around Mom.
The chicken squawked and flapped and ran fast as her hen legs could carry her to the hen house, the other three chickens squawking and clacking right along with her.
Hank found out that attacking Mom’s chickens is a serious crime on our farm and doing so will get a guy in big trouble.
Mom feeds those chickens and pets on the hens every day. Every day she gets anywhere from three to four eggs from them and she takes a very dim view on anything that wants to hurt (eat) her hens!
A VERY dim view!
Hank found out how dim her view can be.
So now Hank can’t come over if the chickens are out.
No siree.
Fuzzy
Linda
Marjorie Jean Brown of Delta, Colorado passed away in Greeley, Colorado on February 14, 2012. She was born in Greeley, Colorado where she was adopted as an infant by Elmer and Lucy Griffith of Delta, Colorado. She grew up in Delta where she attended public schools, graduating from Delta High School in 1942. She Married Jack C. Brown in Delta on February 14, 1943. Mr. Brown passed away on August 22, 2002
She is survived by a son, Terry and his wife, of Delta, Colorado; a son, Roger Brown of Gilbert, Arizona; and a daughter Carolyn Maxwell and her husband, Wayne, of Greeley, Colorado; 9 grandchildren and 11 great grandchildren.
She was preceded in death by her husband, Jack; a son, Billy Joe who died in infancy; her brother, James Griffith and his wife Sylvia; and a daughter-in-law, Mary Brown of Gilbert, AZ.
A celebration of life and memorial service will be held in Delta, Colorado at a later date.
Linda
For my birthday I was given a Kindle…I didn’t think I would like one…I love to hold books in my hand, I like to turn the pages, and if it’s a really good book I like to pass it around for others to read.
BUT!!!!!
I am enjoying my Kindle very much! I have only downloaded three books, and am in the process of reading the first book…Kindle reading is really nice, you can see the pages really well, and you can turn the pages slick as a whistle, best of all I just slip it in my purse so when I have ‘waiting time’. You know—that time while Terry goes into the parts house, or searches through a salvage yard, or is at a farm auction…I can slip far far away in another land provided by my Kindle. (as I am doing in the photo…reading my Kindle while waiting.)
So I have the best of both worlds…books when I want them and Kindle when we are someplace where I am bored.
Pretty Cool this new world of Technology.
Linda
The Sunday Stills assignment this week is in honor of Valentine’s Day…. something from the heart.
When I was a child my Momma always decorated for Valentine’s Day. And it seemed she was always the room mother in charge of this sweet and romantic holiday. One year she created a castle out of cardboard boxes and poster board, then she decorated it with crepe paper and lace doilies and beautiful pink and read hearts.
This lovely castle sat on it it’s very own table at our tiny country school house (only 8 to 10 children where in my class from First Grade through the Sixth). Into the slot at the top of the castle every child placed their Valentines…some were store bought (if your parents had money) but most were hand-made.
This lovely little castle has sat in my mind ever since. Once in awhile I try to recreate it, but I always come up short. I guess, for it to be correct, it needs her loving touch.
My valentine decorations aren’t as fancy as hers, but they make me feel ‘the spirit’.
Happy Sunday Stills Everyone!
Linda
Boy was I ever happy. Mom showed up and the just like Fuzzy said the coyotes left.
I don’t know when they left but they did. I ran all the way to the edge of the cow pasture just as Mom got there and started jumping up and down and whapping my tail in the air I was so happy to see her. It took Fuzzy longer to get there, well a spell longer, but he did make it.
We were both so very glad to see Mom.
When we looked where the coyotes were….well, they were gone, just like Fuzzy said they would be.
But not forever, I wish they were. They could go down and live at the river, which would be a good place. Or they could head up to the plateau; I’ll bet they would enjoy living up there.
Mom said she was glad she got there in time. She was afraid that I, the Boomer, was going to do something that would cause the coyotes to think they had to put me in my place.
{{ shudder }}
I guess Fuzzy is right. I have lots to learn, but this lesson I have learned well—-stay with Mom at all times.
{I wonder if I will be able to do that…….????}
Mom said it was starting to thaw out here so we better walk on back.
On the way I smelled ever so many interesting things, we saw two robins…and a tiny flock of bluebirds…Mom says that is a sign spring is on its way.
We ran into some into a hen pheasant…boy those birds sure are noisy and we saw two red-tailed hawks circling something in the front hay field.
They weren’t circling Mom’s hens, because they don’t come out now unless Mom is working outside close to the hen house. Not because Mom doesn’t let them out, but because the hens won’t go out unless Mom is close by. They told us that we dogs aren’t much help in protecting them. Humph! Who can see things that swoop out of the sky as fast as a falling star, I want to know.
We saw lots of rabbit trails and mice tracks everywhere.
The walk was long because we have to stop and let Fuzzy rest here and there, but we made it back to the house.
Mom brought out two bowls of canned dog food …a real yummy treat…and some fresh water. Then Fuzzy and I took a nap.
We scratched up the blankets in our dog houses and settled in for a spell.
After a while we went to lie in the sun. Now that is some sleeping!
Warm sun on you! Dreams so sweet your feet twitch and you smile in your sleep.
The walk couldn’t have ended any better!
Boomer
Linda
