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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 Last Step in Irrigation

1909-Water-Pipe

We are now flushing the ditches and the gated pipe, sending mud and dirt into the fields for one last time.  If we don’t do this we will have to manually shovel out the cement ditches and have to manually scrap out the pipe in the spring.

 For those of you who are just now joining us you can use the search box and type in Step One to find out more about the different steps in irrigating.

Irrigation is using the water out of rivers and streams, diverting it according to a strict metering system (through a measuring device called a partial flume) down ditches to fields. This water is usually the result of melting snow runoff, and is fully subject to droughts.

First all of the water in any given river is already spoken for.

For instance the water in our canal (prior to emptying into the Gunnison River, then the Colorado River) has owners; there are ditch “companies” along the Gunnison River and the Colorado River, each ditch supplies water that runs through private land (as opposed to National Forest or BLM).

Each of these farms has a pre-determined amount of claim to a PERCENTAGE OF THE WATER FLOWING BY. So if the canal is running 1,000 cubic feet per second and the farms, who share the ditch, are at the top of the water chain.  

There is a state water inspector, called the ditch rider, who comes in and regulates the flow of water into the ditch through a head gate. He –and he alone- opens that gate and allows the proper cubic feet per second allotted to that farm into the ditch.  This allows the rest of the water to remain in the canal and flow down to the ranches, cities, and towns that have claim to a share of water in the creek. And yes the amount of water (EVEN IF YOU PAY FOR IT) can and is cut back to barely making it during times of dought.

The ditch rider must insure that no one farm takes out more than their allotted share (the rights to water go in order of date the claim was made, so a newer farm, defined as new fields, or arable land–not the sale of existing land and water rights to a new owner–will be bypassed during times of drought in favor of established claims to the water based on the order received.

Then there are Cities. The Cities of Palisade, Grand Junction, and Fruita, Colorado, Moab, Utah, cities in Nevada, and Los Angeles, California, all have claim to some of the water flowing down the Gunnison River and into the mighty Colorado. Some of these claims are very old, and trump the rights of the oldest of ranches/farms.

In 1909 our water canal system was built and this year we celebrated-along with all of the Uncompahgre Water Users,  water arriving on our farm (our farm was created in 1906 by Terry’s great grandparents; we are fourth generation farmers in our area.)

The two photos show a salvaged water transfer pipe laid in 1909. 

Old-Water-Pipe

 

We’ve come a long way, Baby! Ain’t it grand!

The Storm Has Passed

The storm has left us, moving on passed the Rocky Mountains and into the interior of the map.  We woke to a very cold morning!  24* and heavy frost lying everywhere.

The onions will still be able to be harvested; the farmers will just have to wait until they warm up and dry out.  If the beans haven’t been pulled they are now cow feed.

The alfalfa is done for the year, no more hay to be made.

Snow-in-the-San-Juans

It’s still snowing in the mountains, but that will leave later on today.

October-Sky

All the songbirds are gone but the Canadian Geese are back.  Lose one blessing gain another.

Frozen-Corn

We are continuing to wait for the moisture content to drop.  We do not store our gain in the butler granaries anymore.  The Elevator takes everything we have as soon as we get it off the fields.  It win-win for both of us!  Happy Fall!

Cold Here 51* Daytime Temperature +++ Freeze Warning Until 9:00 Tomorrow Morning

The storm brought snow in the rocky mountains, 8″ in some places.  The wind was the worst for us.  Some rain, but mostly wind.

Fall-Hillside

Our hillsides colored up wonderfully, though! 

More-Fall-Hillsides

We are seeing reds and oranges that we haven’t seen for a long time.  The sad part about all this early freezing is many of the farmers in our area lost crops.  The yellow beans froze and many acres of the pinto beans.  The chopping corn froze and so did the pumpkins, and any late sweet corn. (Yes, there were a few fields of late sweet corn.)  Field corn isn’t hurt from freezing; in fact it helps the drying process along.  Onions can sometimes withstand the freeze if it isn’t too thick. 

The growing season is done for alfalfa now, so we only got the three cuttings instead of four.  Four is nice, but three is okay. 

DH is waiting for the field corn to get to 15 moisture, last week it was 18.  With this freeze we might be doing corn in a week or so!

Fire in the Sky

Fire-in-the-Sky

(The storm was blowing in with  32 mile an hour winds, but the sky…oh my the sky!)

Honey the Guard Chicken Here—

A sneaky nasty coyote slunk into the yard last night and scared all of us!  Of course not me! I started hollaring real loud so Mom would hear and come out.  Dad came out first and that scared the homely furry species of a dissoulte style of life based on raiding, killing and other uncivilized forms of behavior!!!  Actually Mom never heard me and she never came out, but DAD did and that is all that matters.

We have a nice chicken coop, heated in the winter, fenced in run with a fenced over top so other animals can’t get in, (here’s some nice plans if you want to build one for yourself-Plans from BackYard Poultry Magazine)

Anyway, just to let you know, chickens get really sleepy at night…..really sleepy, I mean there isn’t a way to stay awake, the sun goes down, we go to sleep .  That’s why we have to sleep in the house…to stay safe.

Now when Roo was here ( I still miss him) he would crow at night randomly to scare anything away that wasn’t suppose to be there.  But since he is gone– that just doesn’t happen.

 

Mean-old-Biddies

I wonder if the three mean hens ran him off?  They are mean enough.

OH!  Back to my story…

Anyway, coyotes kill more chickens and cats than skunks or raccoons, goodness they even kill stay dogs just for the sport of it!  If you’ve never seen  those lean-limbed, long-haried scruffy-tailed, yellow-eyed, slack-jawed, hungry-looking coyotes go here Coyote.  There is a real good photo of one.  Brrrr, shiver, shake, scary!

This coyote was skinny…I know cause I sleep by the window and when I heard the scratching on the side of the house I looked out and gave a sqwack of fright.  I sure was glad Dad was outside ‘taking in the cool night air’.  He likes to get up at night and check out things.  BOY WAS I EVER GLAD!!!!!

That savage animal ran off!  Just ran off.  Mom was very concerned, the next morning. (Get that..the NEXT Morning!) We’ve been hearing them laughing and singing in the neighbors cornfield.  Now one of them arrived at our house.

Mom said they were going to put up a motion light, good!  Whatever that is!  Keep those animals away!!!!

A Gift from Mountain Woman

When I got home last night I had a surprise package waiting for me; a delightful little book on Yankee Weather Proverbs

I immediately sat down and started reading.

Gift-from-Mountain  Woman

For people who live by the land, or for those who scan the skies, this book is a wonder.  Here is one, we in the west also tout:  “When robins leave early, expect an early winter”   here is another, “Purple or very dark blue clouds indicate snow as do long flat banks of dark-colored clouds” —or “The first frost in autumn will be exactly six months after the first thunderstorm of the spring”

There are many more, but this gives you an idea.

Thank you so much, Mountain Woman, I am very surprised and grateful!

This One’s for You

This-One's-For-You

There is something just absolutely amazing about the sky lately. And I have seen on other people’s blogs you are seeing it too.  Maybe it is because we are leaving summer and moving into fall, or maybe it is something else.  But the sky is really a wonder to behold.

A Gift of a Rainbow

 

Fall-Rainbow

Just before the freeze a rainbow filled the evening sky.  I always feel such joy when I see these amazing gifts.

Yard-Rainbow

As the sun moved west the rainbow looked like I could find a pot of gold right in our yard. 

This is second time this year something so wonderful happened!  A rainbow right in our yard!

Freezing-Rainbow

It was so close I wanted to touch it, but we all know that is impossible!

We Woke to a Killing Frost This Morning

A month early! 

Here-Today

I hated to say good-bye to this!  Gosh it was beautiful!  I took lots and lots cuttings so I can start over.

Gone-tomorrow

I covered everything up, and waited.

(That is a poor sad Colorado Blue Spruce which needs to be cut down this winter.)

Mist

And woke to this, this morning.  The poor Angel Trumpets looked so sad I couldn’t photograph them.  Just know that fall has offically arrived on our farm.

More Sure Signs of Fall

Fall

Our cow pasture and the canal banks are full of fall colors

Chopping-Corn

All our dairy and ranching neighbors are chopping corn

Maximilian-sunflower

and the Maximilian sunflower “Prairie Sunflower” has bloomed.  Once it blooms a heavy frost is on its way.

I looked on the Delta, CO weather site and it looks like our night time temperatures are dropping into the late 40’s and early 30’s next week.

I love fall with the warm days and the cool nights.  I like that the really hard work is starting to come to an end, and the really good feeling that the cellar is full, the grain bins are full and the hay stacks fat and tall.  I like the idea of the holiday’s coming.  I vow to not think about the long winter following.  But after that dark and dreary time is SPRING.  I can hardly wait!