My thoughts and feelings were like a wind storm full of snow. Then —–
I opened my email to this!
Linda,
So there on her soft rainy day, a gift to me, and to you, appeared.
Thank you so much, Marianne
I always love a Rainbow! 🙂
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Sometimes when I feel overwhelmed by this whole awful year
I head out onto the land looking for things
Which fill my soul with a velvety quiet
Watching for the dense and deep quiet
That is almost sacred…
Watching for the ripple in the air which signifies delight
Joy
A buoyant ripple
More than peace, happiness
Beauty untold.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
It’s not hard to believe…that we are protected and blessed, when
When sharing each day with those you love.
Your friend on a western COlorado farm
Linda
The coyotes have been rather horrible of late
Traveling all over the whole farm in very large packs.
Not just the pack, who has decided this is their spot, but packs from on other farms, but close by.
Hanging out wherever they please. Traveling in daylight and dark. They know no fear.
Even coming into the yard now. I yelled at one just outside the back door two nights ago as it made rounds in the cows sleeping by the house. Nasty creature!
They are also scary creatures. 
Very Scary.
Our son-in-law, Cliff, said, “Okay, I can help out.”
Then Linkin, our oldest granddaughter, asked if she could also go with Cliff.
Plans were made to head into a dry, cold, frozen morning
Out to the Upper End, the Back Forty, and
To the point of Coyote Hill
Home again later in the morning
One down. Many more to go.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
P.S. Yes, I know there will be those who will leave nasty comments on the hunting of the coyotes. And NO! Coyotes do not live on ‘nuts, seeds, and berries’. Coyotes are carnivores…coyotes eat baby calves. Coyotes eat pheasants, chickens, Quail, rabbits, ‘wild kitties’, deer, and your lovely house cat/pet, they will eat dogs and puppies…coyotes are NOT friendly helpful creatures.
So, as a warning to you, if you leave me a scathing comment, your comment will be put in spam. Therefore, not allowing you to leave me comments.
And, yes, I am a friend…who lives on a farm, who believes in taking care of the farm and all the creatures who need the farm to live.
Linda
One evening, well actually during the night
The wind blew, all the loose and wispy weeds, here and there; driving some into our yard.
Of which, I thought it would be rather interesting to see the world through the ghostly paleness of summer dried weeds.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Chapter Four
Every day is just another day.
I patrol the farm constantly.
Working hard to keep Mom and Dad safe.
And those hens.
They are such silly girls; it is really hard to keep them safe.
I’ve tried.
Boomer always checked out the hen house and made sure the hens were safe so I tried to do the same thing also.
Let me tell you, it is just too hard.
I don’t think they have a brain in their heads.
So, I only go to the hen house now when they are NOT IN the hen house.
That way I can keep the hen house SAFE!
Yes, SAFE! You know there are MICE who like to live in the hen house and eat chicken food.
I make sure the mice become MY Food!
Anyway,
If Dad is outside I always,
I mean always,
Go to Dad and get Kitty pets and Kitty Rubs and Kitty Pick Up and Carries.
Sure, is nice.
After a while I make Dad let me down and I head off doing Mouse patrol.
Well, it was any day just like any other day….oh, not really, it was more any evening like any evening
WHEN
Suddenly two grey ghosts flew right past me; landing in the very Ancient Willow Tree.
I flung myself to the ground when they flew past.
Then I heard HOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOO WHOOOOOOO
OWLS!
OWLS! EAT! CATS!!! I started to bolt away when one of the owls silently lifted out of the tree and headed in my direction.
I ran as fast as I could to the, now empty canal, dove under the grass hanging over the side of the now-empty canal just in the nick of time, as I felt the swoosh of feathers passing over me.
It’s that time of year again
The time to be grateful for our strong and able bodys
To be grateful for our delightful and marvelous friends
To share pleasant times of food and laughter with those we love
To give thanks for crisp autumn soil and blazing sunsets full of color and splendor
To give thanks for friends both near and far.
To give thanks for those wee little breaks, which whisper ease to the body and soul.
Happy Thanksgiving My Dear Friends,
Linda
I decided to move the game camera — my plan three nights in one place, then move it to another place, to see what I could see.
Ahhhhhhhhhh, nighttime, when strange things stalk the earth
Rather cute little creatures —although, very deadly to chickens.
Shape-shifters who stalk the land at midnight.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The Red-Winged Blackbirds wing playfully all around us
In the fields
Landing in the trees, where they set up a happy sounding fuss
Landing on the lawn
Where they, then, twirl away back into the air
A sky full of reckless delight; vast beauty in an unending expanse of song
While way, way over-head the Canadian Geese fly –the exhilarating sounds of their calls reverberating; mingling with the song of the Red-Winged Blackbirds.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
I love the light
Of that, I am sure you already know
And I love the shadows the light give us
I love how the sunlight breaks forth from the clouds
Bathing all sorts of objects in gold
I love how the setting sun creates a harmony of brilliant colors
Or bathes the sky in mellow pastels
Shadows can only exist in light
Even jumbles of obstacles can not stop light brilliantly shining through
I love how the light shines gleaming through the cold icy air gives us Sundogs —[we are steadily declining into very cold weather].
Light and shadows —
Coloring our world with joy
From my sphere of the globe to your heart,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 