The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Traveling Here and There Friday, August 30, 2019

Mom and I hopped onto the four-wheeler and headed over to

the old grain head to see if Mom could find anyone to take a photo of.

Now….let me tell you…that takes TONS of time.  Sit, wait, sit, wait…not! For! ME! 

I take off sniffing around the area to get the local news.  Mind you, I don’t go as far as I used too.  These old legs of mine just don’t like to travel like they did years ago.

But I still head off.  Let Mom sit there and WAIT.

So Mom waited and saw:

Quail,

Stanley the Squirrel,

 

Chip

and a cool bird, neither she or I had ever met.

Then, even MOM got bored, so we headed back home.

After lunch, and a very long nap for me—I got a little tired out there—

Dad said, “Who wants to go to town with me?”

You guessed it!

MOM and I!

Boomer, your wonderful Beagle friend

 

 

More Signs of Fall Heading Our Way — Monday, August 19, 2019

(From Pinterest)

I honestly have a very simple life.

It is made up of very uncomplicated things

(Photo by our daughter, Shannon, with her phone)

Nature and the process of living within nature and (I know some will be surprised by this) working with nature.

For you honestly can not farm if you set out to ‘do it your way’ instead of the way nature wants it.

So, just for information only, here is another sign of the turning of summer into autumn…the corn birds.

They come in huge flocks eating the pollen and bugs from off the tassels of the corn.  This doesn’t hurt the corn, the ears are made and are now ripening.

(Photo from my archives)

The Crows and the Ravens are starting to return.  We hear them calling in the trees and see them as they fly, on great black wings, over the farmyard and crops.

The days are growing shorter; the sun setting by 8:00 p.m.

Still, the earth is warm, it hasn’t grown weary of summer (yet).  The days are bright, with the nights cooling down to nice sleeping temperature.

There is still time.

To enjoy the gift of summer!

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

Off on an Adventure Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

 

We all made it home.

To MY home.

Momma Deer, King, Kit, and the raccoons. Oreo didn’t want to come, which, probably was a good thing.

(You understand…that nervous lifting of his tail, just might, MIGHT, make for some not pleasant adventures at our farmhouse.)

Mindy met us at the grain bins.  She was very surprised to see the ‘whole gang’ arrive.

She hissed and meowed and ran off the moment she saw Kit.

The Raccoons were delighted to find all the apricots

just lying around for the eating.

Momma and King settled right in on my Mom’s yard

munching along on fun new tastes.

Kit started hunting in Mindy hunting spots for mice,

so Mindy took off.  She said Kit can have the haystack area, she will take the gardens.

So, there you have it.

The end of my adventure at a very elderly age.

Home again, Home again.

THANK HEAVENS!

Boomer Beaglie a.k.a. Sherlock Brown

 

 

Off on an Adventure Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Off I went…over hill and dale.  Hill and Dale, consists of going over the top of COYOTE Hill and down into the valley by COYOTE Hill.

I kept on keeping on then suddenly I ran into a rank nasty smell——–COYOTE POOP!
And it’s FRESH!

OH! MY! GOODNESS!

Coyotes are in the area!

I sat down to ponder what to do next.  It seemed rather quickly that the sun sat and there I was in the dark!

Alone.

On COYOTE HILL!

With FRESH COYOTE POOP just before my eyes and nose!

What am I going to do!?!?!

Dark came up and swallowed me while I sat there.

I couldn’t decide which way to go or which way to turn.  If the coyote poop was fresh then that means coyotes are here, close by, like right NEXT to me.

While I was sitting there, still as a statue a coyote came trotting up and over the hill.

I about passed out.

Scooting myself under a brush I tried to make myself small, small, small.

The coyote moved on.  Trotting over the little hill looking for food.

Shudder!!!

I was just crawled out from under my safety brush when the family of Raccoons came running by…fast.

As fast as raccoons can run!

One of the raccoons ran right smack dab into me bowling me over.

“Get up dog! Coyotes are coming…four of them.  They are just about here!”

I scrabbled in terror and started running with the raccoons.

We ran and ran and ran finally reaching a place of safety.

We all hid again.

Then there the coyotes were; moving along in a zig-zap fashion sniffing the ground hunting for MICE!

Oh, thank you so much.  Mice are hard to catch, very time consuming, and require lots of concentration.

The raccoons and I huddled together and waited. It wouldn’t do to move around now and draw attention to us…. we are all much bigger than mice and could fill tummies much easier and much fuller.  Just say’n.

We sat there waiting and waiting and waiting.

The night grew darker. And darker.

There wasn’t a moon in the sky and the stars were hidden behind clouds.

“I’m going for help!” the littlest Raccoon announced in a whisper.  “We need help!” with that statement he was gone.

The night wore on.

The coyotes kept right on hunting, moving here and there. Sometimes stopping to chew on a mouse.  We could hear the crunch of little bones and the squelch of teeth…oh! My!

Then the little raccoon was back. And with him—-

YAY! I almost jumped up and out of my hidden spot

A WEAPON!

We all high-fived each other gave our weapon (Oreo) paws up with big smiles on our faces.

Our little hero walked off, with a purposeful stride, heading right toward the coyotes.

We saw the tail raise

BAM! The air around us, the coyotes and our little weapon, Oreo,  turned the air into the most satisfying odor of all skuniness!!!!

We were saved!

The coyotes ran off howling!

We rolled out of our hiding places roaring with laughter!

It was a joyous and wonderful occasion.

 

Off on an Adventure Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

While I was sleeping, I dreamed of MOM!

  Mom and I doing things.

You know just stuff.

I also dreamed of barking the mailman down the long lane

and baying at the UPS driver.

I even dreamed that Mom took me to that big friendly to dogs store and let me sniff around while she did some shopping.

That dream woke me up with a start.

I MISS MOM! I thought.

Here I am way over here and Mom is somewhere way over there.

WHY did I think I wanted to go on an adventure in 90*+ weather, coyotes loose on the farm and me in an elderly stage of life?

WHY?

As I was sitting there in the shade Harry the Hawk came coasting by. I just watched him.

I sorta, kinda, don’t really like Harry.  He likes to eat my friends or potential friends.  I really didn’t want Harry to see me…who knows he might want to eat a really sweet, fat, wonderful, old beagle.

I scooted back under the brush a little further.

Harry flew on.

Good!

About that time I noticed we were experiencing raindrops!

YAY!

Raindrops are good.  Cools down the earth and the sky.

Looking around I spied a RAINBOW!

Yippee! I shouted. Bouncing right out from under my bush and bounded over by the equipment, “A RAINBOW!” I bayed

“A RAINBOW!”


“I like rainbows, also. Beagle dog!” a tiny little voice called to me.

Turning around I saw a member of Chip’s family.  “Hey! I haven’t seen you before.  Are you new here?” I asked.

“Well, kinda new.  I’ve been living with my Mom and three siblings. Mom told us we could all go out and play now.  We didn’t have to stay inside with her all the time.”

“Pleased to meet you….” I paused.  “Ur, umm…I don’t think I know your name.  I’m Boomer and you are?”

“Beatrice—Mom says the name means Bringer of Joy in our language.”

“Well, now, isn’t that just perfect.  All things are starting to look up…I met you, the Bringer of Joy and I saw a rainbow.”

Beatrice gave me a huge smile, “I have to go now, Boomer Beagle Dog, it’s starting to get night and Mom told me I had to be back in the nest before dark.  She said danger lurked out of the nest in the dark.”

With that, she flicked her tail at me and was gone.

Hum.  I slept for a long time, I mused.

Dark.  I’m not looking forward to another night out here, but I guess I slept way too long today and here I am.

In the darkening evening.

BUT

I Saw a RAINBOW and I Met Beatrice.  Things are looking up!

I trotted down to the little creek and got a good drink of water, then put one paw in front of the other to head myself home.

Off on an Adventure Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

We trotted here and there. I checked out the news (that is what I really, really love to do.  Check out news), and Kit snacked on a mouse or two or three or more.  I stopped counting.

Gradually the day started lighting up the sky.

“Whew! I’m tired.” I told Kit.  “It’s been a very long, long night with just way too much adventure.  I need a nap.  And soon!”

“Me too,” Kit replied.  “It’s my time for bed. I sleep in the day and hunt at night.”

“Okay, let’s head over to the equipment area and hunker down under a brush over there or under the stack wagon.  There got to be lots of shade under the stack wagon and we aren’t far from water.  Water is just right there in the little creek running behind the hill.”

With that, we were off.  Trotting in a straight-line way back to the equipment area.  It took a spell or so. We saw the renter show up with his dog, Achilles, then we heard the renter leave.  By the time we finally made it to the stack wagon, it was starting to get hot.

Kit and I stopped at the little creek, lapped some cool, cool water, then trotted up the hill, crawled under the stack wagon, turned around three times.  We each turned around three times, Kit by the left tire and I closer to the end of the stack wagon where air could reach me.

Meanwhile on top of the grain head, not far from us…was STANLEY.

Stanley was helping himself to the seeds Mom puts there to feed the wild creatures. She would always say, as she out handfuls of seeds and nuts “It’s good to feed a little treat now and again.  We all need treats.”

My eyes watched Stanley for a little while, but my mind and body were so tired and the day so warm…I fell asleep.

As the Sun Moves Through—-Thursday, July 25, 2019

Although Terry is not ‘farming’ this year, there is always something to do out on the land

There are ‘things’ which must be done, no matter what, if a person wishes to keep the farm in good repair

Which means fences must be checked and maintained,

(This is an old photo from 2015, but it gives you an idea of the fire road.

but it gives you an idea of the fire road.)

the farm fire road in good and serviceable condition

And repairs here and there on this and that.

But one thing about not being on the production part of the farm is there is time.

Which is a very nice thing when one is 70 and the other is 75.

🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Off on an Adventure Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

 

The deer quickly outran me! I puffed and panted along getting further and further behind.

Finally, I just sat down; if I am going to be coyote food then I might as well get it over with.  My elder weight, my old-aged bones, and my lack of speed made me a prime target.

I sat there panting and puffing.  Hoping and against hope, but without much hope, I could somehow get away from being dinner.

Puff, pant, pant, pant.

HUH!?!?!

What is that?

I sat up quickly from the prone position I had gradually assumed as I rested and panted.

A ball of dust was coming down the long, long, long farm road heading toward ME!

I raised myself to my up-right-ready to run position when—-KIT! Bounced into view!

KIT!

“YAY! KIT!” I barked, whimpered, and whined!

Kit screeched to a halt sliding up to me in a huge whirlwind of dirt.

“Whew! I finally caught up with you, Boomer!  Goodness, you were moving so fast you looked like a blur.

Me? I pondered.  Gosh, I guess I thought to myself.  Maybe I moved faster than I thought I did.

“Hi, Kit! I was running fast because the coyotes were in the area and I didn’t want to become coyote food.”

“Oh! I was running to catch up with you because the coyotes ran on over the hill and I wanted to see what you were up too.”

“The coyotes are gone? Yipppee!  Let’s go see what’s out on the farm.”

Now THAT is a very good thing, I said to myself.

I put my paw up. Kit put his paw up, we High-Fived each other and barked out laugher!

Off into the night

for a nice adventure.

The Simple Things Bring Joy —- Monday, July 15, 2019

(Loki 1 and 1/2 years old)

Loki came for a visit

Running is such a fun thing

(Peeps three years old)

Running with friends

(A very old fat little sweetheart, Boomer)

Priceless.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Off on an Adventure Chapter Five

Oreo and I trotted on.  Well, he trotted on and I walked very, very, slowly so as to not leave Oreo in the dust.

Passing by one of the fences I screeched to a stop.  One really can’t screech if one is barely walking, but I did do a sort of pause, then a backup, then I pointed.

Yes, I pointed.  I forgot Oreo could care less about Beagle signals.

“RABBIT!” I whispered.

Oreo kept on coming, waddling a little bit faster when he saw me stop and point. Suddenly Oreo was spinning around pointing his back end in the same direction as I was doing the Beagle point….tail straight out back, back as straight as an arrow, nose pointed in the direction of interest, and right front paw picked up and curled under my chest, me standing as straight and still as possible.

“WAIT! Do not shoot!”  Will the rabbit scrabble as fast as he could under the fence then turned around and peered through the hole between the boards of the fence, “I’m just a rabbit!  I can’t harm either one of you.” Will squeaked extremely loud.

“RABBIT?” Oreo spun back around and gave me a dirty look. “RABBIT? Come, Boomer, a rabbit can’t hurt anyone, let alone you or me.”

“I didn’t say it was an enemy,” I replied puzzled at the scorn in Oreo’s face. “I just pointed so you could see Will, and I whispered rabbit.”

Oreo just flapped his tail in the dirt and gave me a vicious glare and waddled off toward and under a Rabbit Brush.

“Well, I guess that’s that.” I mused to myself.  “I wonder if I will be able to find Momma deer by myself now.”

“I know where Momma deer is,” Will wiggled back under the fence and hopped over to see me.

“Gosh, Boomer.  It’s been a long time since I saw you last. Why I think I was just about to leave my Mom the last time I saw you.”

“WILL! Now I remember! YOU HAVE GROWN!”  Look at you all big and soft and fluffy!  You know where Momma deer is living now? Cool!  Let’s go find her!”  I whapped my tail on the ground, raising little puffs of dirt.

It was just about that moment in time when the brush next to us started shuddering and shaking; Will and I froze in place.  Only Will’s little nose was wiggling up and down in a very rapid way.

We were so frightened I don’t think either one of us could move, when out of the brush came KING!

COOL!

King with his new set of antlers.  King walked on a spell, then just before he got to us, he had to stop and give his back leg a good scratch with his teeth.

I was so relieved that I bayed out loud, “KING! KING! It’s so good to see you.”

King raised up his head in alarm and started to bound away.

“NO! Don’t go! It’s me King, Boomer!  Stop!”

King stopped and stared at me.  And at Will.

“Goodness, Boomer, you gave me a huge fright. I was afraid it was one of those new coyotes on the farm and I knew I couldn’t fight off with my little antlers.”

“It’s just me, King, and Will the rabbit.  We are heading over to find Momma Deer. But you are here now so maybe you can take me to Momma Deer.  It would be really good to see her again, also.”

The brush shuddered again and out stepped Momma deer…” You are looking for me, Boomer?” Momma deer said in her warm soft voice.

“YAY! You are here! Both of you!  This is nice!” I bayed.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Momma Deer put her hoof on my nose.

“Ow! Your hooves are sharp,” I admonished Momma Deer.

“Sorry, but stopped being so loud, Boomer. We have new coyotes on the farm and they seem to be searching for new territory.  We don’t want to draw them to us.”  Momma deer put her face down close to mine.

“Be very, very quiet… these are dangerous times on the farm. There are coyotes everywhere.”