The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— I Protect Mom, Friday, November 8, 2019

Mom and I were out and about.  Doing this and that and other things.

We would get on the four-wheeler; Mom would drive to here and there, then we would get off and Mom would do something.

I would sniff around and until Mom would call.

Back on the four-wheeler, we would go.

(Socks and flip-flops 🙂  )

It was way over by the old Apricot tree when Mom and I got off to ‘go for a walk’.

That’s what Mom said we were going to do

 

We were walking straight down the road when I suddenly saw

DANGER!

I crouched down real low, growled deeply in my chest; I had Mom to take care of, you see.

I kept like that for a long time.

BUT MOM KEPT ON WALKING TOWARD THE DANGER!

AND SHE KEPT CALLING ME TO FOLLOW!

Are you Kidding!  I’ve been out here on the farm in many dangerous situations and I KNOW DANGER!

I didn’t hurry up, but I started following Mom in my growling,

Creeping stance!

Making myself as BIG as I could make myself, raised my ears, lowered my tail and crept along.

Growl! 

GROWL!  MOM COME BACK! I whined.

Suddenly the danger was right on me and it was

BLACK BEAUTY!!

I tricked Mom really well, don’t you think?

Boomer

(P.S. I knew there wasn’t danger all along, I was just tricking Mom.

Really.

My eyes still work very well, Thank you.

It was just to let Mom know I would take care of her.

Honestly.  This was all just a trick on Mom.)

Boomer

(P.P.S.S. I really thought it was a coyote.  But don’t tell anyone, okay.)

Boomer

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Black Beauty and I Have a Very Tiny Adventure Friday, October 25, 2019

Black Beauty came over to play with me yesterday day.  Black Beauty likes to play with me.

I’m very gentle with her, you see Black Beauty is a Special Needs dog; sometimes she just doesn’t understand things, but I take my time and I help her.

We sniffed out all the news on the farm.  Black Beauty didn’t want to go far without her Mom, but I told her it was okay.

My oldest sister was in the house with Mom talking.

They won’t be outside for a spell.

Black Beauty wanted to stand right at the back door and stare inside, but I gently nosed her away and showed her all the cool smells we can investigate.

Once she understood she was with me and it was okay to explore, it went very well.

Black Beauty is a Lab so she has a very good nose; i.e. ABLE TO SMELL EVERYTHING!

We sniffed here and there and everywhere—we smelled coyotes, raccoons, two foxes, and

Mindy cat.

It was a very nice time.

Then Mom and Black Beauty’s Mom (my oldest Sister) came outside

and we all walked back through the farm to Black Beauty’s home— gathering dog news all the way.

Boomer Beaglie Brown 😊

P.S. Some of the photos of Black Beauty have been posted before, but Mom forgot to get current photos on the walk; I wanted you to see Black Beauty in my news report.

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Mom and I Out on the Farm

Mom and I went out on the farm to see what we could see:

(From Pinterest)

First off, we saw lots of tracks—Bird feet

Shadows of grasses

Shadows of the weeds

Shadows of corn

Some birds, but they were flying,

not walking

We have lots and lots of Quail…masses of them, like a bazillion or so.  (It’s really fun to run up to them and make them scatter; some fly, some run, some hide. Ever so much fun!)

We saw TWO snake skins.

One was SUPER big.  Mom said she was glad she didn’t see the snake, the skin was bad enough.

We saw Stanley

Fox feet tracks,

I wonder if it was Kit?

Raccoons, they are here, there, and everywhere

Mom saw a busy bug

in the flower weeds

I sniffed here there and everywhere

Mom and I had lots and lots and lots of fun!

Boomer Beaglie Brown (BAY, HOWL, HAWOOOOOO)

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Birds and Other Things Friday, September 20, 2019

Mom and I have taken to long walks.  Well, longer than normal.

We have to be careful because Mindy cat wants to walk with us and Mom doesn’t want Mindy to get side-tracked; stay out on the farm, and become COYOTE FOOD!

So, Mom puts Mindy in the house then we go out!

And about.

Looking for BIRDS!

(And other things.)

Sometimes Mom,

Mindy, and I go out at night.

That’s when Mom likes to take photos of the Moon…in every stage of the Moon’s growth.

Sometimes Mom will even get a photo of a wild creature…

like the Raccoons, who live in the hollow of the Willow tree and like to eat Mom’s tomatoes!

Although Mom personally has never gotten a photo of the Raccoons, she did put up a game camera so the game camera could get a photo of the raccoons.

(Photo from Mom’s archives)

The wild geese are plentiful now.  Three large skeins have flown over our heads, even while I write to you.

Soon the Sandhill Cranes will be here.  Mom says the big birds are back early…she thinks we will have an early winter.

But until then, there is still stuff to do in warm Autumn days!

Boomer Beaglie Brown (a.k.a. Sherlock)

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— I Had the Best Time

“Boomer!” Mom called. “Come here, Boomie, Let’s go for a ride.”

With that Mom picked me up and put in the back of Dad’s BIG PICK-UP!

That means we are going on a LONG, wonderful ride!

I scooted over to the big rug Mom put down just for me to sit on and gave a happy wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwoooo!

Then we were off!

Way, way off….first it was so hot I thought I would pant myself to death, then we were

There!

In the mountains where the air was cool and the smells were new.

Dad stopped and Mom and I got out and walked here and there and everywhere.  I sniffed and sniffed and sniffed.

Lots of mice.  Even lotser more chipmunks, no squirrels but big fat Whistle Pigs that Whistled at me than ran off.

Lots and lots and lots of peopley smells.  I snuffed on by those I can get peopley smells; creatures of the forest I can’t get.

Then it was time to head on home.  We stopped at a fruit stand where I met LUCY.  Lucy was a big, sweet, kind dog.  We got along really well.

Back in the pick-up and we headed home…it got hotter and hotter.

Whew!

I was glad to get home.

Ahhhhhhhhh.  Inside where the sleeping is good.

Boomer

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— A Report from Mindy Cat

Boomer said I could talk to you.  He said Fuzzy used to let him talk every other week, so he asked me if I would like to talk to you.

It took me a long time to decide.

Boomer asked me WAY back when Mom was still hauling in firewood to heat the house.

I told Boomer I had to think about it.

So, I did.

I thought, and thought, and thought, and thought.

You see I am basically a very shy cat.

I lived a long, long time in the wild. I had several litters of kittens.  It was when I was having my last litter, I met Mom.  I had traveled from a long way to the other house.

Mom was down there painting the inside and the outside of the house because Misty and Kelly and the grandchildren had moved.

That’s when Mom saw me and I saw Mom.  Mom started feeding me every day some yummy cat cereal.

Gradually, over time, I followed Mom to my house now.  I made friends with Dad first, then I let Mom pick me up.

And, well, the rest is history.

It’s a good life.  Although, I miss not having kittens to love.  I loved my kittens very much.

My job is to keep the house, the farmyard and the other buildings free of MICE!

What an amazing job!  Just perfect for me.

Then whenever I want….and I mean WHENEVER— I get to come into the house and sleep anyplace my little kitty heart wants to sleep.

AND I get yummy treats, hearty cat food, and MILK!  I never knew MILK until I came to live with Mom and Dad.

I LOVE MILK!

Anyway, I guess I can get over being shy and help out Boomer on Friday.

Hello everyone.  This is Mindy-Lou Min-Min Kit Cat Brown

Finally.

Off on an Adventure Chapter Two

Looking back once.

Looking back twice.

I was gone.  Up and over and around the hill onto my way to Back Forty.

I was trotting as fast as my overly stuffed beagle body (winter flab, you understand) could go as I made my way closer and closer to my goal of finding Kit.

Kit is my bestest fox friend, when—-

“BOOMER!”

“BOOMER!”  Some tiny little voice was calling me.  I looked back over my shoulder and saw STEWART!

Stewart is Stanley’s brother.  Stanley the Squirrel.  Stanley the Squirrel who is on the grain head posing for Mom.

I pulled up to a stop and sat down and waited. To be honest with you my ancient Beagle bones and muscles were protesting just a tad.  Nothing to worry about, but I did feel a little winded.  Sitting and waiting for Stewart would not be a sign of weakness.  No siree.  Just being polite is all.

Puff, puff, pant, pant.

“Hey, Boomer where you heading?  Can I come with you?”  Stewart skidded to a stop, little puffs of dust flinging up around his squirrel paws.

“Sure,” I allowed.  “Company is always a good thing.”

“Can I ride?” Stewart asked.

“No, not this time. We will just take it easy and slow.  You can check out things you are interested in and I can check out the news along the way.  If either one of us gets tired we will just stop under the shade of a rabbit brush or other weed; rest a spell, then go on.”

“Hey! Great Idea.”  Let’s head out!”

I puffed myself up, shook the dirt off my feet, gave my whole body a good shake and we were off.

We hadn’t gone very far, just around the bend at the end of the second alfalfa field, when suddenly Handsome the Pheasant flew out of the tall grass yelling his fright/flight call.

That scared Stewart and I so much we both fell down. Then Stewart started scrabbling backward trying to get under cover.

About that time, I realized the bunch of screaming was coming from Handsome the Pheasant.  I guess being able to recognize the fact it was Handsome helped when he landed right next to me.

“BOOMER!” Handsome yelled. “My Pheasant God in all the Heavens what are you doing up here?  Why I haven’t seen you all winter, nor have I seen you all Spring. What gives?  Where have you been?  It’s been rather lonely up here, well, not really lonely…I do have three lovely hens to err, um, cough, to pass the time with, but I mean LONELY without hanging out with you. I miss our games of hiding and flight, squawk and flush.  What is going on with you—-”

I put up a paw. “Wait!  Slow down, Handsome, slow down. You are talking so fast I can’t process what you are saying let along answer your questions.

Okay, now, one thing at a time.  It’s really good to see you again Handsome.”

“Thanks, Boomer, Now tell me what’s going on.  I am so glad to see you– can we do something — come on Boomer, let’s get to…………”

Just then I heard and wee voice crying in the Wilderness— “BOOMER! STEWART!  WAIT FOR ME!”

Around the corner came STANLEY!

Stanley slid to dust filled stop, panting heavily.  “Whew!  I made it. I was afraid I couldn’t catch up with all of you.”  Stanley stood up and put his paws on his knees and hung his head panting heavily.

Stewart ran over and toppled Stanley; they started wrestling right there in all the dirt.

“Stop! STOP!” I yelled.

“It’s good you are here, Stanley, but what about Mom.  How did you get away?”

“Chip showed up. As soon as Chip showed up I jumped down and crashed through all the brush so your Mom wouldn’t follow me, then I scampered onto the road and ran for all I was worth.”

“YAY!”  Stewart and Handsome and I yelled.

“We are all off on an adventure,” I stated

With that, we picked our paws and claws, and headed out!

 

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— On the Game Camera

Mom likes to move the game camera here and there and everywhere.  She says it’s fun to see what shows up.

So here we go—Game Camera Time

Mom and I off on one of our walks.

Going

Coming Back

Almost Home

Then she put it by the equipment area to see if there were still coyotes

There are.

So, Dad, Mom and I went for a ride to see if we could find the den

First, we went out at night

We didn’t find anything

Then we went in the daytime

And didn’t find anything

Dad thinks they are living on the neighbor’s over in the brush hill, but we don’t know for sure.

So far there hasn’t been coyote sign in the yard or the farmyard since Spring started.  Mom says THAT is a very good thing.

So Mom brought it home and put it in the garden

Life is good!

Boomer Beaglie Brown a.k.a Boomer Sherlock Brown

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— A Week of Days in My Life

Black Dog came over to play with me.  We had a great time.

Haley came by

Lots

But we never get to play

Mindy and I went for a long walk with Mom

up to the cross-over ditch

Where Mindy was SURE there was a pack rat living in the ditch

I sniffed out lots of news

So did Min-Min

The horses came to see what we were doing.  I have to be careful because the one in the back always wants to sniff my butt…which makes me RUN fast!

Then we all walked home  and sat in the sunshine

Then, after Mom put Mindy in the house,

Mom and I went for an evening walk to see if she could find a rainbow or a beautiful sunset.

Life is good!

Boomer

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Haley

Haley is the farm renter’s dog.  She is nice!  I mean really nice.  But she hardly ever gets to get out and play with me.

Still, we have a great time talking to each other anyway.

Although, Haley told me she gets to get out and sniff out the news of the farm.

Which reminded me.

“Did you know we have lots of coyotes of the farm, Haley?”  I asked.

“NO!” Haley answered in a quivery voice.  “I’m scared of coyotes!”

“You should be” I replied. “We have some of the meanest, baddest, coyotes in the whole wide world living here on the farm.”

“I mean the meanest, baddest, biggest, ugliest coyotes. They snarl and growl and howl, but the worst part of the coyotes…if they want to eat you for dinner, they are so silent, silenter, silentest slinkest animals ever!”

I watched Haley try to hide behind her human in the side-by-side, her whole body trembling and shaking, causing the side-by-side to shake and roll.

“What’s up, Haley?” Her human turned around and petted Haley. “Boomer is just a little old beagle he can’t hurt you in any way or form.”  Her human kept patting Haley on the head.

“COYOTES!” Haley woofed.  “Boomer says there are COYOTES on the farm.”

Haley’s human turned back to Dad and they kept on talking about this and that and everything.

Gradually Haley got hold of herself, peaked over the edge of the side-by-side and asked, “You better tell me about these coyotes, Boomer. I have a feeling my human is going to learn the hard way…if I can head them off before he learns, then I’ve done a very good thing.”

“Okay,” I replied, “The meanest, baddest, biggest, ugliest coyote is THORINA!  Thorina is the mate to Thor they are legendary in these parts for killing more chickens, turkeys, cats and stray dogs than any other lean-limbed, long-haired, scruffy-tailed, yellow eyed, slobbering, hungry-looking coyote around.

In fact, Thorina’s daughter, Trinator, spend the whole winter peeing and pooping on the lawn at our house, looking for food.

Mindy and I made sure we stayed inside.”

“Oh! My Goodness!” Haley looked at me with huge Black Lab eyes…” On your LAWN?”

“Yes, but Mom and Dad took measures and finally ran her off.  Which was a very good thing.”

Haley gulped.

“Anyway, Thorina’s mate is Thor, there is a huge scar from one eye clear to the edge of his long hairy nose.  Whatever he came up against had to have given him a good fight to leave a scar like that!  One ear is all jagged and scraggly and his nose and mouth and lips look like he had been hooked by Boss Cow’s, (meanest, baddest cow on the place) horns.”

Haley sat down with a thump in the back of the side-by-side.  Dad and the farmer just kept on talking.

So, I kept on talking also. “Usually there are at least three or more coyotes hanging around together. They hunt in packs, so be careful.  A dog like you and I would have zero chance against anyone of them.

“Oh!” Shudder, shiver, “How can you tell they are about to pounce on you?”  Haley questioned me.

“They are just like dogs when they are going to attack something, they crouch down real low, fur bristling way up!  Their necks and bodies and even the tips of their tails look fifty times bigger than normal, and they have snarls on their faces; you can see two rows of long white fangs on each face.”

“Dogs attack dogs?” Haley wailed. “I never knew a dog could attack another dog?  Why would a dog attack another dog?  Dogs are for playing with not hurting.”  Haley tried to puzzle out the cruelty of dogs against other dogs.

“It happens, Haley.  It happens.” I said very matter-of-factly.

“Oh!  I want to throw up my breakfast!  This is terrible.”

“I understand, Haley…I’ve been there, right there where I thought the coyotes were going to get me.  Fear is a mighty thing….and I did throw up my food, although it was super, not breakfast.”  I jumped up and put both paws on the tire of the side-by-side.  If I could have put a paw on Haley’s shoulder I would have.

“Sometimes we hear their sad mournful howl wailing in the wind.” I looked Haley right in her big huge brown Black Labrador eyes.

“It is sorta pretty, in a scary, frightening, terrifying kind of way, but if you listen to the words they are really singing for their supper: ‘We need supper…we are hungry…our tummies are empty…food’ the words will repeat a long time.  If you hear them howling in the night, Haley.  Do Not go outside!  And do NOT let your human go outside.”

“Okay, Boomer, okay!”  Just then farmer started the side-by-side and drove off.  I had to quickly jump down quickly and let them drive off.

“Bye, Haley! Bye, remember what I said!”  I bayed to her as they drove off.

I hope she remembers.

Boomer