The last of Summer’s hay leaving for tummies close to Olathe.
The only thing we have left to do now is harvest the corn. It is drying down, but not there yet.
Soon!
Real soon!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
“One golden day redeems a weary year.”–Celia Thaxter
Although, the light is still on the pink side
As the sun starts to set
And the calendar still says it is November
The air has said we have stopped having Autumn, and now moving closer and closer
To winter!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
A gift of a frozen world
With crunchy grass to walk upon
Even crunchy air
Call frozen fog
So very, very pretty
And then it warmed up enough to melt. 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
This is me! The new way of being ME!
FARM DOG!
No longer am I afraid out on the farm.
If Mom goes out on the farm
I go out on the farm
Once on the farm, Mom puts me on the ground and I sniff around all over the place. But I always, always, keep myself close to Mom! ALWAYS!
If we don’t go on the four-wheeler,
Then we walk.
I LOVE WALKING!
Although I don’t want to walk the whole farm, it’s too big and
I would get tired
FARM! DOG!
That’s Me!
Boo Berry Betty BROWN!!!
Off Terry, Boo Berry, and I went to put the farm to bed. By that I mean, we picked up all the siphon tubes and blocked up all the pipes so skunks and ‘others’ can’t get in over the winter and make nice little nests. Those little nests become a huge problem when we start water…
Always a big amount of work, four alfalfa fields, and the corn field. Boo Berry loves running around on the ditch bank, sniffing at all the great smells. She will even jump into the ditch, now that water is gone.
She was tired when we got in also. 🙂
A good feeling. But, boy, was I ever tired when we got in.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I can’t help but think
As I watch the moon turn from a New Moon
To another gift of a full Moon
That the glory of the world is blessed with the innocence of a full Moon.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm
Linda
Sometimes the farms’ hawk
Is easy to capture with the camera
Sometimes he/she moves in the blink of an eye
And I miss!
(this is an old photo, but I love it! A rare photo for me)
Oh, well! Maybe next time.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda 
Here is another older photo!
Storm Blowing in
Rolling along
Rolling, rolling
Dirt everywhere
Then a bit of a a frozen mix
The earth is littered with leaves.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I like to see the birds, flying high in the air
The thrilling sensation
Of catching them in flight.
Wings stretched in tight
Beautiful!
( a flock of birds over the Back Forty)
Even a little bird shadow.
So lucky, lucky am I!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Dad called to Mom —“Your cat is clear out in the alfalfa field.”
Mom went to look and exclaimed, “That isn’t TLC Cai-Cai! That is a FOX!”
“What!?” Dad jumped up out of his chair and went to the door with Mom. “Yes, it is! A FOX!”
“I think I had better really keep an eye on the chickens. Must be a ‘new to the farm’ fox and is looking for personal territory.” Mom replied.
Now while all this was going on, Boo Berry Betty and I could have TOLD Mom and Dad about the fox, because —well, after all—we already knew.
There are smells.
And footprints.
And sometimes poop is left for us to know that FOX is here.
Mom thought it would be kinda neat to put up a trail camera to see where the Fox might be hanging out. She picked the garden spot, because, she said, I, yours truly, TLC Cai-Cai, have been acting rather jumpy whenever I am in the garden spot.
Yep! Like I said I could have told her, but she doesn’t really understand my language.
FOX! Fox in the yard! Eventually, the fox will move on, but for now, everyone, except those rather dumb birds called chickens, is on high alert!
TLC Cai-Cai
