badgers | Life on a Colorado Farm

Boomer is my bestest friend in the whole-wide-world! (Well, outside of Mom, that is). I really don’t like other dogs, never have, never will! But when Boomer slipped into my doghouse one night I knew he and I would be friends for ever more!

Now that you know that I adore Boomer we take naps together, we bark the mailman down the lane together,

we ride on the four-wheeler with MOM, chase the squirrels and bark at the birds.

We do lots of stuff together.

We make sure the fox stay away,

or at least does a fast run through our place.

We do NOT bother the porcupines, the badgers (Boomer was chased by one once) or the coyotes.

We both have decided the Mom and Dad are on their own when it comes to the skunks, that is just all there is too it. A dog who gets sprayed by a skunks gets BATHS…lots and lots and lots of baths! (Hank-the grandkids dog, doesn’t care he will take on a skunk anytime. And he still goes after any all porcupines.) PHEW!

HOWEVER!!!! I draw the line as some stuff…like eating milk duds (`!) I just can’t do it. I just can’t.

The other thing I don’t get is Boomer is a beagle…purebred the Vet says. Beagles are bred for hunting…RABBITS! (I’m a cow dog…always have been, always will be!)

Colorado has a Beagle Rescue if you are interested.

You know what? Boomer NEVER chases our rabbits….ever! I use to…they hop really fast so it’s fun to follow them into their hiding places. But I never hurt them; the only things I hurt are mice and snakes….anytime…anyplace…anywhere! Bite, snap, done! There ya go…no more mouse or snake! Of course, Boomer doesn’t understand why I like to feel that crunch and snap in my mouth. (I can’t swallow what he likes to slurp down…)

Boomer doesn’t even give chase to the rabbits ever…just keeps on sniffing around on the ground, he even sniffed right by one of the rabbits. How strange is that?

Well, anyway…in the scheme of things … I really don’t care. You see Boomer is my bestest friend in the whole-wide-world. If he doesn’t want to chase a bunny…you know what? He doesn’t have too.

Fuzzy

Since we had the fire and Dad sold the cows, Dad decided that he wanted to square up one of the fields. So we all helped him. First the fence had to come down, then the fence posts had to come out. That was the part we helped him with.

Then Dad took the scraper and other big equipment and went up and worked by himself. We stayed with Mom.

Then we all went up and worked on everything together.

Well, I think Fuzzy might have helped more than I did.

I wanted to, really I did.

But….

There is just so much to learn about out there in the brush…

I mean…

like the rabbits are making their burrows deeper and warmer
The badger is still just a mean as ever, I make a wide circle around him and his territory
Freddy Fox has built a hollow back in the old tree
The porcupines are building a nest in the trees at the back end
Nope, so far no coyotes—they do pass through regularly, but no dens
The ducks are doing good
Six crows have taken up residence at the equipment yard
A gaggle of Canada Geese are swimming around with the ducks
I scared up FOUR pheasant hens (which was REALLY, REALLY, COOL!)

Mom said she sure misses the cows, she has never seen the weeds so big and nasty as they are this year.

I rather thought they looked pretty neat all colorful and all.

Fuzzy and I checked out the deer path in the corn. We like the deer path, no weeds, nothing. And if we get back in there far enough we find the deer wallow. Dad really doesn’t like having the deer in there as they knock down the corn to make the wallow and they EAT the corn.

Oh, well. They are in there! (Until Dad combines the corn, that is.)