At some point today, a few of the cows will be heading to richer pastures. I sure hope those twin disasters!
I’ll let you know!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Some Time Today, Thursday, January 15, 2026
8
Today —- Wednesday, January 14, 2026
Today I am 77! Who would have ever thought
My birthday party of Momma’s (and my) friends.
I am the one at the edge of the photo with my hand up and smiling at that little boy or Dixie, my bestest friend in life and forever. Dixie has her head turned, looking behind her.
My brother is on the other edge, looking at all of us.
I just turned 5. Many, many years ago.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
While Out Searching for One of the Cow(s) —- Tuesday, January 13, 2026
I was walking around (without any furry helpers) trying to find out where that dastardly cow got off too. There are two of them, the last three numbers are: 394 and 395…see sisters or twins, or purchased together)
When I startled a sweet little fox. The photo is poor, but, oh well.
I wonder if it is one that was a friend of Fuzzy’s years ago. Or at least a descendant of that fox.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I AM REALLY TIRED of THIS COW(s) — Monday, January 12, 2026
Either her or 2394 is out.
Constantly
And chasing her (them) to put them back in is a constant pain
GRRRRR
This one had to go all the way down the lane, onto the road, and into the canal across the way.
At the end of January, they will go to the calving ground—GOOD!
Which will have me delighted to see these two go.
The others are nice, sweet, docile, and STAY in the fence!!!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Look What the Shrieking Wind Brought —- Sunday, January,11, 2026
A long streak of sunlight, called a Sun Dog. It filled the snow-filled eastern clouds as the sun started its extremely fast jaunt across the storm-tossed sky!
I keep telling myself —- it is winter. And it IS January, be patient. Just enjoy the bitter cold days and nights. Summer will come—it always does.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The Adventures of Boo Berry Betty, TLC Cai-Cai, and Mr. Hobbs on Friday—-SHA! SCHREECH! MMMMEOOOOOOOOOOOW!, Friday, January 9, 2026
I! DO! NOT! GET! IT! Mom says I have to be NICE!!! N!I!C!E!
Really!
“Yes, TLC, Really!” Mom picked me up and gave me kisses all over my face and on my nose. I gave Mom Kitty love eyes, then I SAAAASED at Mom!
NO! I! DO! NOT!
“Why not?” asked Boo Berry, “Mr. Hobbs is really nice.”
BE! CAUSE! I! WANT! TO! BE! THE! ONLY! CAT!!!
TLC
(This is a huge work in progress. TLC is continually mad. (We are making headway, but oh, is, it, slow), Mr. Hobbs is quiet, sweet, loves pets, and has picked Dad as his person. It should work out. But so far —- not so much.)
The Moon Sliding Across our Winter Sky — Thursday, January 8, 2025
The moon was starting to set in the west when I took this photo.
During the night, it had been sliding in and out of clouds — with a rainbow colored ring around it.
Then, one morning, the sky cleared for a spell.
With the moonlight touching my eyes, heart, and soul.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
A Winter Sun Caressed the Hills and Canyons —- Wednesday, January 7, 2026
I was out finishing up my winter outside chores for the day when I saw the sun break through the low-hanging clouds.
Delightfully lighting up the low foothills leading to the area of the Black Canyon of the Gunnison.
A touch of pink on a winter day.
Just seeing the rosy color lifted my heart in song!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
I LOVE THIS!!! I ALWAYS WILL! —- Tuesday, January 6, 2026
FOG!!!
Momma would always say that fog was a cloud resting on the earth!
So —- for just a little spell (fog is unusual here; not rare. Just random), we got to live inside a cloud! (This happened Saturday morning. It was so wonderful I had to share)
A marvelous gift for the New Year!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
After The Rain —-Monday, January 5, 2026
The rain fell soft and cold New Year’s Day
Then in the wisp of the evening air, I saw a Sun Dog dangling in the clouds—in a few more days, more cold, colder, coldest temps will arrive.
I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised… it is January/, the dead of winter.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 