I love seeing these big machines work.
Isn’t the amount of metal trash stunning?
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Even those dastardly weeds look beautiful
And the flickering light upon the birdbath with the scattering of leaves–divine
Autumn is a promise of beauty in every angle, upon every vista, with that dread of solemn
Winter loaming just over there–just a wee bit closer, just on the rim waiting.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Chapter Eight
“Hey, Boo! COME HERE!” I yelled
“BOO!”
“I’m here. Here! I’m here.”
“Stand right there while I jump over here on the cabinet. Stand still. Don’t move.”
“Okay, doaky”
WHAP!!
I knocked off Boo’s dog treats, the whole sack opened up, and scattered dog treats EVERYWHERE!
“WOW!!!” Boo Yelled! “WOW!”
“Get how many you can and scram, I hear Mom coming!”
Boo grabbed four bone treats and headed to her dog bed. FOUR!
Good girl.
Oh, Hi, Mom. I purred.
“TLC! WHAT DID YOU DO?” Mom asked in dismay.
“Nothing, purr, purr, purr.”
Mom just sighed and started picking everything up. I guess Boo Berry has had her treats for a few days now, Mom muttered to herself.
“TLC, get down off there. What were you doing? Trying to get yourself a treat?” Mom picked me up and put me on the floor.
“That is really naughty, Kitty.”
Heeheheheheh. I laughed. While I watched Mom pick up everything
.
Then I started rubbing and head butting Mom….purring, of course.
“Oh, you were trying to get yourself a treat.” Well, sigh, I guess you can have some kitty candy.
Mom reached over and took the top off the jar and gave me KITTY CANDY!
Who is the smartest of them all!
ME!!!
The corn is drying down nicely now. The stalks have lost most of their green, and the ears are hanging down.
Maybe sometime before Thanksgiving, we will be harvesting corn. It just depends.
The moisture content must be at the level that Foster Farms will accept. When we hit that—we are good to go!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Chapter Seven
Did you see that Blog Post about those silly pink cowboy hats!?!?!?
Stupid, if you ask me!
Just plain dumb.
Who wants to wear a cowboy hat? And a pink, sparkly hat on top of that!?
How could I even walk about in PINK! Or Sparkles? Or a HAT!!!
Mom is not very bright. I don’t care if I look cute and even more handsome.
There is not a single way I could sneak up on a squirrel nest, or pounce on grasshoppers/lizards/snakes with a HAT on! The idiot thing would fall right off and scare everyone, me included!
“I don’t understand, TLC”, Boo Berry looked at me with that dumb hat on, puzzlement in her eyes, “I feel rather dashing.”
Actually, more than dashing—I feel downright UPTOWN.
Why, if Mom would take me to town, I’m sure the whole wide world would LOVE seeing me in my hat and sunglasses.
Pink on pink on SPARKLE!!”
See, I told you—she is easily pleased, that dog.
Sigh!