Mindy and Boomer Have an Adventure Chapter Two

Chapter Two

“Boomer! Let’s get on the move!  Sleeping our lives away is boring.  Just plain boring!” Mindy meowed at me.

“WHAT!” I sputtered. “You, a cat; who sleeps at LEAST sixteen (16) hours in twenty-four (24) hours, is telling ME sleeping is BORING?!?!”

“Oh, stop your sputtering and let’s go!”  Mindy walked to the kitchen.  Suddenly stopped.  Stopping so suddenly I bumped into her.

“Why did you stop, Cat?” I grumbled.

“The door, Boomer.  We need Mom to open the door so we can go out!”

Mindy turned and bounded up the stair meowing for Mom.  I could hear her heavy bounces on the stairs; one step-two step bounce, MEOW, one step-two step bounce, MEOW!

From far away, and far off I heard Mom’s tiny voice, “You want out, Mindy?  Okay, just a minute.  Let me finish—”

“MEOW!”

“Oh, alright,” Mom replied.

Then I heard Moms’ footfalls across the upstairs floor.  Then I heard Mindy start bounding back down.  As soon as I heard Mindy’s very loud cat footfalls, I pushed my nose against the back door, shoved it open with my shoulders and WAM! I was out and the back door slammed behind me!  Hehe

I walked over to the large silver water bowl and started helping myself to huge laps and gulps of cold, delicious…BRRRRRRRRRRRR ICE WATER!

I swallowed the very last sliver of ice just as Mindy came slithering out the back door.

“Yay FREE.

Let’s go, Boomer! The world is waiting!”

Mindy picked up her paws gave a little hop, skip and dance

peeling off toward the Butler Grain Bins.

I watched for a short while, gathered my paws under me and sped after her.

AWAY on an Adventure, WE GO!  I bayed!

 

 

The Moon-lighted Darkness— Monday, November 11, 2019

On a wee walk-about in

The moon-washed world

Boomer and I strolled taking photos in the November cold

The vibrations of the night were full of ghosts, sprites, elves, and Winter-time dwarves.

Prowling silently throughout the darkening land.

These wee unseen creatures stalking alongside the predators of the night

Shimmering mysteriously suddenly there

Adding to the unusualness of a star caught in the glow of the moon.

The world…strange, glowing, twinkling

Everything and everyone in the shadowy darkness

All caught in the silver moonlight.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— I Protect Mom, Friday, November 8, 2019

Mom and I were out and about.  Doing this and that and other things.

We would get on the four-wheeler; Mom would drive to here and there, then we would get off and Mom would do something.

I would sniff around and until Mom would call.

Back on the four-wheeler, we would go.

(Socks and flip-flops 🙂  )

It was way over by the old Apricot tree when Mom and I got off to ‘go for a walk’.

That’s what Mom said we were going to do

 

We were walking straight down the road when I suddenly saw

DANGER!

I crouched down real low, growled deeply in my chest; I had Mom to take care of, you see.

I kept like that for a long time.

BUT MOM KEPT ON WALKING TOWARD THE DANGER!

AND SHE KEPT CALLING ME TO FOLLOW!

Are you Kidding!  I’ve been out here on the farm in many dangerous situations and I KNOW DANGER!

I didn’t hurry up, but I started following Mom in my growling,

Creeping stance!

Making myself as BIG as I could make myself, raised my ears, lowered my tail and crept along.

Growl! 

GROWL!  MOM COME BACK! I whined.

Suddenly the danger was right on me and it was

BLACK BEAUTY!!

I tricked Mom really well, don’t you think?

Boomer

(P.S. I knew there wasn’t danger all along, I was just tricking Mom.

Really.

My eyes still work very well, Thank you.

It was just to let Mom know I would take care of her.

Honestly.  This was all just a trick on Mom.)

Boomer

(P.P.S.S. I really thought it was a coyote.  But don’t tell anyone, okay.)

Boomer

Back Before Winter Slammed into Us — Wednesday, October 30, 2019

Back before winter covered the mountains on three sides of us and blustered itself into the canyons on the western part of our compass (Just last week)

Boomer and took a wee walk-about; camera in-hand (of course 🙂  )

The autumn day was just lovely, warm and full of the excitement of large birds landing on the farm

Mindy went with us to the cross-over pipe playing and romping in the sunlight

But the most exciting capture on my camera was this one of a bumblebee –Yes, I know you can’t really tell it’s a bumblebee, but it is.

I delighted to see it. Someday I will get much better with my camera, taking photos of bugs in flight, but for now—you get to see the beginnings of my learning.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

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.