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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

Last Load

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We finished!  The last load of the beans left the field at 6:00 p.m. heading to the Beanery.  The truck will get in line.  By 6:30 the next morning we will be there to drive the truck through the unloading area.  We are about 7th in line so by noon or 2:00 depending on if something doesn’t break down the 2011 Pinto Bean Harvest will be over for the year!

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Then in about two to three weeks (if the weather holds and the moisture level drops) we will start combining corn!

Whew!

This is what we work for…Harvest!

Have a nice Sunday everyone!

Linda

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The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Green Stuff

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I hate to admit it, but I got in trouble.

Well, not a lot of trouble.

But trouble all the same.

See it all started with Mom not being able to do much…if Mom doesn’t go anywhere, Fuzzy doesn’t either.

After two days of no walks, no rides on the four-wheeler and no trips to town…well….see…

Hummm….

I got bored!

Heck, man!  I’m only 4 or 5 years or so and there is a still lot to see and do out there.  To top that all off Hank/Puff is 2 years old so he is ALWAYS ready to go see and do.

It was Tuesday last week.  Tuesday is when Hank and Tally come up and spend the day with us.  Mom does something called Grammy School, and then she and Tally usually have to come outside and do something for or with Dad.  (That is what I wait for…doing stuff with Dad.)  I don’t go with Dad because he is usually on something big…hay swather, combine, huge truck so if you go with him there is no room to ride which means you have to run alongside all the time and well, that gets boring.  Up the field, then down the field, then up the field…you get the picture.

Now if you go with Mom she usually has to do something for Dad that requires waiting.  The waiting thing is what I LIKE!!!  She and Fuzzy wait (and Tally, if along) and I go out and see what news is out there with my really good sniffing nose.   If Hank/Puff is along he likes to scare up stuff—birds, rabbits, mice, and oh! Joy! Of Joys!  Squirrels!  Then we give chase!  It’s like ever so wonderful!

So Tuesday came, Tally showed up with Hank/Puff.  I waited.  Hank and I waited.  Fuzzy took a nap.  He always takes really long naps.

Boy, did we ever wait.

We waited so long I could smell lunch cooking…ummmmmmm  yummy good smells….I just sat there with a big goofy grin on my face when my tongue rolled out of my mouth and I drooled on the ground.

Hank laughed at me.

Shoot! I couldn’t help it …people food is wonderful!

Then Dad was in, then back out.

Dad said that Mom was resting today, boys.  She isn’t feeling up to much stuff.

Man…this sitting around was getting old.

So I asked Hank if he would like to go out to the bean field and see what Dad was doing and maybe hit the back pasture to see if we could see anything up there.

Off we went.  No one seemed to miss us.  I didn’t think we would be gone very long.

I knew we had to be back BEFORE Mom and Tally went down the lane to get the kids off the bus, she would miss us if we weren’t there to run down the lane with her.

The pasture was heaven!  HEAVEN!  We smelled raccoon tracks, deer wallows, chased up several kinds of birds and lots and lots of rabbits.  What a heavenly good time we had.

On the way back, just across the bridge of the little pond, over by the hill going up to the Chico patch, where the coyotes sometimes hang out I FOUND IT!!!

Oh! What a wonder!

And I found it BEFORE HANK!

A big green pile of something so wonderfully dead it was not just green it was emerald green!  Oh, yeah the flies had found it too, but WHAT THE HECK!  IT WAS JUST WONDERFUL!

I sniffed all around it…then I lay right down on top of it and rolled all over it it……………….

Sigh………………………..

I rolled again and again. I squished up my back and squiggled all down the back of my backbone, and then I drug my collar and chin through it just as Hank came up.

He was so disappointed.

I had every last gooey bit of rotten wonder stuck to my whole body.

He almost cried he was so disappointed.

He did try to roll around in the sort of grease spot that was left there, but I had it ALL!

ALL! Mind you ALL!

Heeheee!

We got home just in time.  Mom was firing up the four-wheeler, Fuzzy was loaded up and so was Tally and they were heading down the lane to the bus stop.  We ran right alongside of them, they were none the wiser.

When we stopped Mom said: “Boomer!  You Stink!  YUCK!  Just look at you!”

“Pretty darn neat, don’t ya think?”  I grinned at her.

Then I did a little swirly dance so she could see how really lovely I was.

Then Talley started saying pee-u, ick!

Mom was going to get mad at me…I could see it in her face, but the bus drove up.

Whew!

Then Bladen and Linkin started in about how it stinks out here.  So I ran over to them and did a really good twirl so they could see my new green color.

Well, anyway…to make a long story short.

I had to have a bath.  I got hosed down in the yard first.  Then I was dumped in the kiddy pool, which still didn’t satisfy Mom, so I had to go inside and have a bath with all types of soap in the tub.

Afterwards I was pronounced clean.

Humph!

Boomer

P.S.  It was really a cool smell, but you will just have to take my word for it.  I don’t want to go through 4 washings again just so Mom doesn’t gag all over the place all the while chewing me out, laughing and grabbing her ribs.

P.P.S.S.  Maybe I’ll find another really good smell someday.

P.P.P.S.S.S.  I’ll let you know if I do!

Boomer

Monday, September 19, 2011

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I thank everyone who left me comments on the blog and I apologize for not responding to each comment.  It isn’t because I didn’t want to.  Last week I slipped on the very wet, muddy ditch bank and dislocated a rib on my breast bone.   I am getting better every day, but still have to use caution with my left arm.  The worst part is the pain whenever I take a breath, but that too is starting to ease.

The rains have finally left…

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Leaving us will lots of sunshine and warm days with cool nights.  True fall is upon us.

If everything goes as planned we hope to be able to start the pinto bean harvest soon.

Linda

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The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —It’s All About Beans

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Lots happening here!

Well there was lots happening here….its’ raining now so everything has come to screeching halt.

Dad has been ‘doing the beans’.  What that means is he pulled all the beans and put them into rows so they can dry.  The beans themselves need to dry, the stems on the beans need to dry and if there are any weeds (and there is always weeds, no matter how much my people try) need to dry.

Then they sit for about a week if the weather holds.

By that I mean if we have lots of really nice sunshine and maybe a slight breeze or so.

In the meantime, while we are waiting for the fields to get ready for the combine…we all get to get the combine ready for the beans.

This is more work that you would think….Dad really is the one who has to get the combine ready so off we go to get the combine.

I sometimes like to run alongside (not very often anymore-but every once in a while).  Going after the combine I decided this was one of those times.

Tally was spending the day with us while her Momma was working at Blade and Linkin’s school so Tallen and Hank/Puff where also along to get the combine.

It was a really nice warm day.

Actually Hank/Puff got hot and had to go for a swim in the canal.  When Mom saw that she said it reminded her that I needed a bath and hair cut.

I really hate the bath and haircut thing…but the brushing out thing is ….

Ahhhh!

…..really nice!

So everything was going along really well…the beans were about ready for harvest (Dad said a couple of more days of drying and he will be in the field and the beans will be at the Beanery), when it

RAINED!

Lots of rain!

Days of rain!

Everything is sitting in mud.  Dad is worried that the rain has pushed the beans down into the mud; if that is the case he will have to go back out there and rerun the blade under them and wait for them to dry…..again!

The hay customers are coming right along in a steady stream.  Boom and I really enjoy barking them down the lane.  We do a real good job too!  Boom gets in trouble because, well…he pees on the tires!  Dad yells at him…I don’t do yelling.  I gave up tire peeing some time back.

Well….unless

There is another dog in the back!  I have to just ignore Dad if another dog is present…can’t be the laughing stock of the neighborhood!

Well, it’s raining again.

Guess we just wait for the sun.  Mom said we could go to town with her, see ya later!

Fuzzy

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Finally!

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Now if the rain that keep hovering around here will just take its little self on down to Texas and leave us a couple of months of sunshine that would be good.

Please everyone find it in your hearts to pray for the land — that rain comes to Texas and other parts of our drought stricken country. Water is the life force of good…pray for water to heal the land and bring life back to the south.

Linda

Visiting Family

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We just got back from a small trip to Greeley where we were able to visit with Terry’s family. 


The trip over was good accept for hitting Silverthorne and all of the weekend traffic heading back into the Denver area.

Usually, on a good day, from the tunnel you can get into Denver in an hour

But when there is weekend ‘returning’ traffic that changes….stop and go, stop and go is the norm.

So for a hour drive, we were able to make it in 2 hours and 28 minutes. 

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We thought about going over Loveland Pass, but you would still have the problem of entering horrible slow traffic.

I saw things along the mountainside that I would have never seen going 75 miles an hour.

Now…back to work, we are pulling beans so they can dry.  Then in about a week (if the weather holds) we will combine.

Happy Sunday everyone!

Linda

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Hauling Hay

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Fuzz and I woke up early this morning; just at the sky was starting to color up a bit in the East.  It was rather cold…that is why we woke up.  Cold, brrrr!  48*!  Mom is going to have to snuggle up our dog houses pretty soon, or let us sleep in the house.

Sleep in the house…HEY that works for me!  Fuzzy doesn’t really like to sleep in the house; he says he gets too hot.

I had to remind him that he sure likes to be in the house when there is fire in the sky.

“That’s different”, he growled at me. “I’m a watch dog, I’m also a cow dog, and I’m the protector of the farm.  I sleep outside so I can SEE and HEAR what is going on, if something bad is happening then I can give the alarm.”

“Oh”, I replied.  “I just thought being in the house, was well, warmer.”

“It is son, it is.  But we watchdogs have real work to do.  Mom will be along and fix us up; she hasn’t failed us yet, has she.”

“Actually, no she hasn’t,” I answered.

So up we were when a huge flock of little twittering and cheeping birds came by and landed in our tree.  They sure were full of chit-chat and chatter, I sat there and watched them and listened in on their conversations:

“Are you tired, Mable?”

“Not yet, but having this tree right here was really good.”

“Ready to go”

“Soon”

“A short rest doesn’t do anyone of us any harm we have a long way to go today”

Mom walked out the house about that time causing about 1/3 of the birds to swoosh up into the air, the rest stopped talking.

Then Dad came out and got on his four-wheeler.  That was the end of the birds resting.  They all flew away.

I wonder where they are going…..

Anyway, we have work to do today.  It the last day of hauling in the hay! I love this type of work.  I get to ride with Fuzzy if I get tired or I can run alongside Mom checking out the bales.  I found a bull snake. WHEW!  That was a trip.

I was sniffing around one of the bales because it had a funny smell…sort of …well, hummm, let me see, musty, wet ….now just what is that odor?  I can’t seem to find a word for it, when all of a sudden —–

SNAKE!!!!!!

I jumped ten feet in the air.

That thing could move FAST.  I think it must have been 50 feet long!  The slithery long monster ran right at me!  RIGHT AT ME!!!!!!!     WOW!   WOOF! WOOF!  BARK! BARK!    I gave the red alarm.  Mom sure took her time getting over to the hay bale.

“Oh, Boom. That is just a snake.”  Come on get on the four-wheeler and leave it be, they do more good than harm.”  She laughed.

Yeah right.  You don’t have to tell me more than once. I know when I need to be on the four-wheeler and right now is one of those times!

After a while I wanted off, so I hoped off.  Fuzzy stayed on. He doesn’t get off much anymore. Heck, he never gets off.  Says his days of getting off and running around are over. It is so much better to ride.  Mom and I can get off, but he wants to just enjoy the sun and having the four-wheeler do all the work.

It only took about three hours to get the hay bales turned right (sometimes they come out of the baler and land crooked or they fall over, sometimes the baler doesn’t bale the bale well.  The twine slips or the knot doesn’t knot or sometime or other, when that happens it’s called a broken bale.  We, Mom and us pick the broken bales up and haul them into the feed bunk.  We also haul some down to the goats.

After we got all the bales straightened and Dad got all the hay stacked it was time to head up to the cement ditch and turn the water down.  One last irrigation for the hay and we are done for the year.

Sure seems to have gone fast.

This reminds me.  It was a year ago this week that I came to live here.  I picked this place.  It’s mine.  They love me and I love them.

Mom sang Happy Anniversary to me off and on all day.  She said since we don’t know my real birthday then today is going to be my birthday.  The vet said I was about 4-5 years old last year, so I guess this year I’m about 5-6 years old.  Whatever doesn’t really matter to me.  I like living here.  I like Fuzzy a lot and I love finding out what each new day is going to bring.

This farm living is the life for me!

Boomer

With Our Boys in Service—October 12, 1944

Wordless Wednesday

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Fall is in the Air

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We are waking up to cooler and cooler morning, although the day does warm up nicely….around 88*. 

The birds are going…first the robins, several weeks ago, then the Meadowlarks, on August 31st, as I was watching the barn swallows all seemed to gather together and fly away.  It was really cool to see and watch.

The whole thing made me a little sad, though.

Yesterday afternoon a huge flock of geese came honking back, a welcome site after losing all the summer birds.

We still have hummers, any day now I expect to see them gone.  It will be just like the robins….they will leave, I will miss seeing them and realize they have left.

On the upside of losing summer the cottonwoods are starting to color up here and there, just a limb or so, but if you look you can see the yellow starting to appear.

The rabbit brush is blooming and the golden rod.  If you look at my yard it still looks like summer, but I know better.  I know better.

Of course, Wal-Mart has switched over to ‘Back to School’ and I noticed yesterday that that was going by the way side and Halloween and Thanksgiving coming in.

I guess I had better get my head around it….Fall is here.

Have a wonderful Sunday!

Linda

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