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!
We were in Delta when I looked up and THERE was a RAINBOW!!
YAY! RAINBOW!!!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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
Cloud shadows, or the lack thereof.
And the sunlight pierces through them.
Oh, how I love our skies!
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
Soon, the big birds will come back
This is an old photo—but see–soon they will arrive
Get out of the house while you can—go walking in the sunshine. Lift your face to the sky
ENJOY!
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
Look up, TLC! Come on, Mom woves you.
Sigh! This is so STUPID!!! TLC
See me, Mom! See me!!! I LOVE pink!
Give me pink ANY DAY!!! Boo Berry
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
There is always something to do. Uh-huh, right now we are working on a ditch that seemed to give us lots of trouble over the summer.
Farms. There is always a lot of work, summer, winter, fall, and spring.
Farm work — I guess you could, Terry, and I LOVE IT!!! 🙂
From my heart to your world,
Linda
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