Hurry, get in!
ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!!
WHEEEEEE!
(One more ride, then we put the top on for the winter)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I like the fact we are cleaning up some of the ‘piles’ we have around here. It’s a big sort.
What to save, what might be needed and just plain junk.
Once the pickup is full off we go
This is the crusher, compactor. Amazing HUGE machine
These guys helped us unload
This guy runs the crusher/compactor. He said he loves his job.
I think that is neat. Everyone should love what they do all day long!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Chapter Six
That last Chapter scared the liver, kidneys, and heart right out of me, so I’m leaving Owls behind and moving to GRASSHOPPERS!!!
Yumm!
I love to chase, play, and eat GRASSHOPPERS!
I was out there in the road of the farmhouse playing with a BIG, Huge, wing-flapping, grasshopper yesterday.
Tossing it here and there.
I tore off a wing first thing. Ya, see if you don’t, they can fly fast and hard out of the way.
So here I am—tossing and pouncing on a big, big grasshopper when Boo Berry comes over to see what I’m doing.
She didn’t say a word to me. Just watched. She watched everything I did.
She watched everything the grasshopper did.
I tossed the grasshopper in the air. I ran after the grasshopper. I threw the grasshopper here and there.
After I got tired of the whole ‘play with a grasshopper thing,’ I sat down and ate it all gone.
Yep. BRUPPPP! ALL GONE!
I was licking my face clean when I saw Boo Berry in the tall grass by the corn field.
Then Boo Berry POUNCED on something.
With a smile on her face and a BIG WINGED GRASSHOPPER in her mouth, she came over to me and dropped the bug.
“Here is another one,” she proudly said.
“It’s yours”, I replied, “Go for it!”
“Really?” Boo Berry asked. “Mine?”
“Yep. Do with it as you want.”
Dad walked out of the house about that time, talking to Mo,m who was in one of her flower gardens, weeding.
Boo Berry looked at Dad, then looked at Mom….she picked up the grasshopper and dashed into the middle of the road by the car port and —- tore off a wing!
Well done, I thought.
Then Boo Berry left the grasshopper and ran to Mom as fast as she could with a giant doggie smile on her face. Mom told her she was a good dog…the bug was hers, good girl. Boo turned and ran to Dad to reach down and pet her, but before she even finished all the pets, she was back with the grasshopper.
She tossed it up in the air.
She flung it way over there and then pounced on it again.
She flung it up and down and every which way.
Then she took it to the grass—just like I did.
After one more fling. She pounced and ate it right up!
Now, how is that, for a Very Good DOG! Boo Berry even sang a song about the whole experience!
Good Dog!!
Oh, by the way! Never! Ever! Try to eat a Hummingbird moth! THEY TASTE NASTY!!!
TLC
Morning Sunshine doesn’t come until 7:00 now. Not so early by Summertime sunrises
The days are cooler and the nights brisk!
Yep! And everything—I do mean everything has a little bit of frantic about it
The onion farmers are busy —they don’t want a freeze before they can get all the onions in storage.
The ensilage/silage is being chopped, stacked, and covered to feed the cows all winter.
And the pinto bean harvest is in full swing.
NO ONE wants a freeze yet. A freeze would ruin all those crops.
And us—
And us? We are gathering the siphon tubes, hauling them in. Putting the farm to bed.
The only ones left are keeping the alfalfa wet. We don’t want the fields to go into winter too dry. The plants would die then. Not a good thought at all.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda