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

 

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— What’s Happened with the Coyote

Mom started wondering what happened with the coyote…

no longer has she seen signs of coyote in the yard

or on the game camera she put on the little trail the coyote seemed to be using crossing the long, long lane and through the lawn to get to where my dog houses were.

SO…. Mom and I took down the game camera and hopped on the four-wheeler.

 

Off we went way over where the equipment is stored on the other side of the farm. Where I jumped off and searched the ground thoroughly for news.

Humm.

Yep…coyotes.

Now, Mom doesn’t know if one of these coyotes is THE coyote coming onto the yard, but at least there are no longer signs of coyote on the grass or the road or around any of the buildings; it just might be safe to say the coyote has moved on and joined a pack.

At least that is what Mom and I want to think.

Boomer

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Out and About with Mom and Mindy (sometimes)

Mom and I

and sometimes Mindy, took walks in the rain, in the wind, at night, and in the storm we had.

But this morning we took a walk in SUNSHINE!

Anyway, here are some of the things we saw

These tiny birds are back…YAY!  Mom and I love to see them and watch them…they watch us, by freezing very still, not moving at all.

If Mom talks to them, they get very nervous but don’t move.

Last night, after the storm left, Mom and I went for a short walk to the old tree, which is no longer there, because the ditch company sprayed and killed it….and Mom saw a helicopter coming our way.

She took a picture (Mom always has her camera with her) just to see if the helicopter would show up.  Only the lights on the helicopter showed up.  Still kinda cool.

Our storms were mild compared to other places so the renter is back on the land this morning.

The sun setting through the storm last night was rather cool.

Mom and I checked the apricot blooms…yep, froze.  There might be a few that make it, but nothing like there could have been.

The canal water came yesterday!

Mom and Dad and I all thought YAY!

Dad says today we make ditches!

Oh!  I hear a big truck!  I know that motor!

Gotta go!

See ya,

Boomer

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— This is Not Good! Not Good at ALL!

“Hey, Boomer!”  Houston barked at me.  “You have a HUGE problem, did you know?”

I hurried to where Houston (Houston is my dog cousin who comes to visit once in a while.  She lives in Alamosa, Colorado most of the time.)

was sniffing here and there up and down the long, long lane to our farm.

“Oh! Yes, I know.  Mom and Dad also know.

Coyote.

FEMALE coyote.  Mom is very concerned.”  I explained to Houston.

“Well, you also have raccoons,” Houston announced.

“Yes, we know,” I replied

“And a fox.  I think it might be Kit, but I don’t really know.”

“You have a huge problem, Boomer…just huge.”

Houston kept on sniffing around here and there.

“And Mom really doesn’t know what to do about it.  She can figure out the raccoons and the fox, but the coyote is a whole different thing.  And a female coyote, which means she probably has a litter of pups somewhere close by and that means a huge need for FOOD!”

So, for now, Mom makes Mindy and I stay inside at night ALL NIGHT LONG and has turned the chicken house into a fort until the whole predator thing (meaning the female coyote) is solved she said we can’t go outside at night.

Until then…

Mindy and I stay inside at night.

Boomer

My Dog Cousins—Tuesday, April 2, 2019

My dog cousins get to go on really cool long walks and runs when my oldest sister and Jason go for horseback rides.  They tell me they even get to sing at the top of their voices, because the wind, the sunlight, and trees love to hear hounds singing in the woods!

The ride in the tack room of the trailer is ever so comforting and restful.

I’ve gotten to go a couple of times and boy is it so much FUN!

Boomer Beaglie on a TUESDAY!  Can you believe THAT!