In my daily walk, I took photos of the SOON TO BE MOMMA cows
Anytime now
SOON!
Since it snowed…
I have been really diligent to be on the watch for newborns…
So far nothing. But when We have some I will Let You Know!!!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
My Thirteenth 12th Birthday
Chapter Eleven
Momma and King walked together, Kit stayed with us for a short spell, then left—
“I am hungry,” he called over his shoulder, “I might catch up with you later on.”
I stopped and watch Kit lope across the Little Field, drop down over the small hill and …. was gone.
Sigh.
Well, at least I know he will check up on me off and on.
“Fill your tummy, Kit!” I hollered. “Come to the farm anytime you want.”
I shook myself looked over at King and Momma and said, “Let’s get to going.” I put my beaglie body into a trot (just so I could keep up with King and Momma who were walking.
King, Momma and I stayed on the farm road…it was much easier to travel and we could see long ways down it. The better to keep safe.
We just about at the Cross-Over pipe when I saw eyes shining in the dark!
“Stop here, Little Buddy,” King put his muzzle down to my ear and whispered.
“We aren’t alone.” Momma also whispered.
“Coyotes! Oh, my heavenly stars. COYOTES!” I panted.
“Shhh”, King put his hoof on my back…” Shhh. Just stand still and see if they move on.”
So, we did.
We stopped right there. No one making a sound.
Sure enough, the coyotes (there were three of them, but only one was close to us)
started trotting across last years pinto bean field leaving us alone.
That’s when we picked up the speed and practically ran all the way home.
Well, I ran, the deer trotted.
But still …. home we went.
FAST!
“Here we are, King, Momma. Make yourself at home. The haystack yard is warm, soft soil, and lots of good eating if you are interested. The weeds are pretty nice behind the haystack backdrop also.
King and Momma started checking everything out.
I watched for a bit; the deer laid down, wrapped themselves in a circle each and closed their eyes.
“Good night, Boomer. You’re a good friend,” King sleepily said as he drifted off to sleep.
“Yes, good night, Boomer,” replied Momma.
I raised a paw at them and turned toward the farmhouse. It was so late I knew I would have to sleep outside in my doghouse. But that’s okay. It’s nice and warm and SAFE!
I slowly headed in, checking everything out as I went; I had to see what had changed while I was gone.
Home…Home is a good thing.
The cold persists…only we did warm up some -3* (-19 c) this morning and 13* (-10c) right now.
Still, I’m sure it’s all for the good of things—
In ways, I don’t understand…nature, after all, is rather mysterious.
But still, we must remember to treat nature with respect for nature doesn’t see anything but what is good for the masses.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
Well, we fell to -11* f (-23c) this morning and warmed up to -5* f (-20c) when I came up here to write to you.
Although the weather people are promising we will be MUCH warmer than yesterday zooming up to 28* (-2c) for at least a short spell this afternoon.
So here we are at the start of a new year, snow on the ground and in the mountains (where we really, really need it) and sunshine today
We are in one of those ‘between places’
Where it seems the world has stopped for a spell…neither one thing or another thing
Allowing us to walk in a cloud of cold so harsh your nose sticks together, yet so stunningly beautiful you want to be outside and enjoy everything.
And for some reason…only the crows know…they have taken to gather in huge flocks called a Murder of Crows…
Which are actually rather neat to see and hear
Stay warm my friends and enjoy the day!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I wish for you to get to walk this planet no longer battered by being an adult,
To no longer be crushed by the every day of every day
That your hearts will be lifted
You can recapture your innocence
And claim some of the joyous magic that surrounds us each and every day.
Then when you lay your head down at night you have found wonder,
wherever you live—rural or city, country or town…where ever you call home
My wish is for you to reclaim, it not all, at least some of the magic which is part and parcel of our days.
That your year…this year of 2019…is a most magical year for you.
With all my heart and my love,
Happy New Year, My Friends
Linda
‘There’s just something beautiful about walking on snow that nobody else has walked on. It makes you believe you are special.”—-Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home
For after all
What is a Miracle?
But another word for Magic?
(WE GOT MORE SNOW!!)
From my world to your heart!
Linda
Friday night our Grandson came to visit. He needed some help only Grandpa could provide, so for the first time in a very long time we had our fast growing up grandson ‘spending the night’.
Here he is measuring himself against Grandpa at Christmas.
One more inch to go and they are the same height!
Gosh, time flies when you become grandparents!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
My Thirteenth 12th Birthday
Chapter Ten
We all ran as fast as we could, through the Back Forty, up onto the Sage Brush Hill, traveling quickly. King and Momma Deer bounding away from Kit and I, then stopping and waiting for us to catch up. Finally, we made it to the little stream where we all rested.
Actually, we all collapsed. We had stopped on the edge of the little stream, where the sun was warming a little hillside. The deer, after huge gulps of water, started grazing.
Kit and I went hunting for mice.
Yes…food! It had been a long, long time since any of us had had any real food.
Then we all laid down on the sunny warm hillside and took a nap!
A long nap in the warm sunshine, on a warm hill. Everyone slept until the shadows started cooling the earth and thereby us also.
“WAKE UP! WAKE UP, EVERY ONE!” I bayed “It’s starting to get dark. And it’s starting to rain/snow! I’ve got to get home. You, all can stay here, but I’m on my way back.” I jumped up and shook myself off. Realizing I was rather stiff and sore I started stretching this way and that…first my front legs, then my back legs, next my neck…and another really good whole body shake.
“Each one of you is welcome to come back to the farmyard and live safe close by. King you and Momma can live in the haystack yard and Kit there are some pretty nice underground irrigation pipes you could overwinter in.” I looked at each one very sincerely. “You can all come now or later. But for me, it’s time to head home.”
“It’s dark” King announced. “You sure you want to head on out?”
“Yes! I’ve been gone too long. I’m sure Mom is worried and to be frank with you I need my bed! Yes, I’m a soft fluffy house dog when it comes to sleeping in my bed. So Off I go. You are all welcome to come if you wish.”
“Let’s go with Boomer, King. The hay stackyard sounds like it just might be warm and full of — well, hay—and those two things can make a couple of deer rather happy, don’t you think?” Momma Deer put her hoof on King’s
right hoof.
“Oh alright. Let’s go to the farm!” King gave a huge smile to Momma Deer.
“You are welcome also Kit” Kit turned to me and said…”I’ll follow you home, but I really think the whole farm is my domain.”
So as night deepend we all started off for the farm.
The air warmed up yesterday
Our world turned into mud
But this morning, as I write to you, there are huge fat fluffy flakes of snow filling in those paces whereby the melt had once occurred.
Delicate and soft like little tiny clouds drifting down to the earth.
Treasure each moment in your heart-each second is a true miracle.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Amazing things can happen through difficult circumstances. It is not the difficulty that decides the quality of your life: it is how you respond to it.”–Amy Lee Grant, Christian Gospel Singer
I am not a fan of winter. Those dreary dark days (of very short sunlight), BUT we have been so terribly dry here for the last great while, that SNOW is an amazing blessing
We had a million, or trillion, little flakes fall down during the night the day before Christmas Eve
And more magical snow last night on Christmas Day.
Our world is enchanting.
Also dripping and melting and WET!
But I’m not complaining…I am feeling very blessed. For if we have snow here
There is snow in the mountains.
And snow in the mountains means water next year!
Your friend on a western on a western Colorado farm
Linda
