My 12th Birthday Party A Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter 7

My Thirteenth 12th Birthday

Chapter Seven

 

King and were walking along (together) just fine, when King suddenly decided to bound about from me!

I stopped in horror!

KING! I wanted to yell, but I didn’t dare.  We were in Coyote country!!!

I dropped down and started crawling…geez…how am I going to stay safe!

I gradually crept along, all the while looking for a safe place to hide until morning.

I slunk along moving between bush and shrub when suddenly

 

A HUGE HOWL rose right to the right of me just a few feet away.

OH!
MY!
HEAVENS!

I just about wet the ground.

Then another howl in a deeper voice!

Suddenly there were many howls!

I AM IN THE MIDDLE OF A WHOLE PACK OF COYOTES!

“Pssst”

Huh!?

“Hey, Boomer!” a very loud whisper came again.

“Boom, look over here.”

I looked and saw KIT!!!

“Follow me,” Kit whispered.  “I’ll get you out of here.  Come on, slip over here and follow me.”

I stopped trembling and gave a huge sigh of relief.

“Thank Heavens, Kit!  Lead me out of here.”

With that Kit and I dashed between brush and shrub and rocks heading toward safety.

 

 

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My Twelfth Birthday Party Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter 5

My Thirteenth 12th Birthday

Chapter Five

I headed down and around the new alfalfa field hurrying, but at the same time watching for signs/signals/omens anything, that could give me a clue to what is happening and who needs my help.

Randomly I would stop and study an area very closely putting my very good nose to the ground sniffing around for information.

I had just made it to the little corn field when suddenly King, the buck deer, jumped out of the standing corn and scared me to death.

I jumped a mile in the sky.  I didn’t even know he was anywhere close.

I even howled in terror!

“Shhhhh”, King whispered.  “Be silent little friend.  There are hunters in the area, and I don’t want to be found.”

“HUNTERS! What Kind of Hunters?” I exclaimed.

“The kind with guns, Boomer!”  King visibly trembled when he pronounced the guns part.

“WHAT!?!?!  Mom and Dad don’t let hunters on the farm!” I looked at King in a very puzzled way.

“Right now, they aren’t on the farm, Boomer, they are on the farm just over there.”  King swung his head to the west. “And with a gun, My Dog Friend, they don’t HAVE to be on your farm to hunt. They just shoot and then climb over all the fences and drag big deer off your farm and back onto the other farm. They even cut the fences if the fences get in their way.”

“Hunters!” I sat down and pondered this very scary information.

“Okay, King. How about I help you?  You can come back to the farmyard with me and hang out in the hay stackyard.  You can hang out there all winter if you like.  At some point, the cows will be here and you can then go back out onto the farm with them.  Surely the hunters won’t shoot you in the middle of the cows.”

“I could, Boomer, but won’t your folks be upset to see me hanging around at the hay stackyard,” King asked.

“No, Mom loves seeing you and Momma deer and Princess and anyone or anything else that comes up to visit.  She might even take your photo.  She likes to do stuff like that.  Come on, King lets head back to the farm and get you safe.”

King looked at me; gave me a playful push with his horns!  “Okay, Dog friend, I’ll take you up on staying with you for hunting season.  But first I have to find Momma deer.  Last summer was really hard on her, the coyotes attacked her and the little fawn and chewed her up pretty bad.  Little Fawn didn’t make it.  It was sure was a rough time.”

“Oh! No!  That’s terrible, King…coyotes are scary, scary creatures.  Okay, let me help you find Momma, then lets all head back to the farm.  You can both live there until the cows come home.”

With that King and I took off heading on around the little cornfield; heading toward the Back Forty.

My 12th Birthday Party A Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter Four

My Thirteenth 12th Birthday

Chapter Four

 

I decided my first stop was going to be way over at the other equipment area…Stewart and Stanley Squirrel had vacated our farmyard and moved over to the old equipment area after one of our adventures a while back and never came home again.

So, if I want to see them, I have to go over there.

Sometimes I go over with Mom…Mom likes to feed the squirrels and chipmunks who live over there; she doesn’t do it often, but when she does I always go with her.

I picked up my paws and trotted swiftly along…only stopping once in a short while to pick up any news about the farm—you know little tidbits of knowledge.

As soon as I got over to the equipment I ran into Stewart and then Stanley.

They are very busy gathering ‘stuff’ to push down into their cellars in their little holes…so busy they really couldn’t stop and talk to me.

Also, their cheeks were amazingly full.

I then moved on down to another piece of equipment looking for Chester the chipmunk and anyone of his family.

There he was and so was Chimmy his new girlfriend.  Neither one of them even gave me the time of day.

Well, that was disappointing!

I did see a few birds sitting around on the implements, but most birds always act rather afraid of me and fly off.

Speaking of flying off a HUGE bird flew right over my head and gave me the startle of my life!  I flung myself down and crawled on the ground I was so terrified I was going to be bird food. (Although, it would have to big a rather HUGE bird to pick me up, but still.)

I did check out the finch feeder Mom hung up to see who was visiting the feeder.

On my way back out the equipment area, I scared up a mess of ring-neck doves.

I bayed at them and a gave a little chase.  Not a huge chase just a little chase.  I mean, after all, I am on an adventure.

Then…right out the blue—a HAWK took out after the doves!  Talk about scattering doves, that did it!

I sat down and high-fived the hawk.  He didn’t see me.

I sniffed and snuffled all along the equipment, down in the tree hollows, over into the old fill-in silage pit when I saw

A Message is written in stone on the ground!

Come this way…help!  It said!

Help!?

I best go that way to see who is in trouble and what I can do to help.

With that, I was off…heading toward where?  I guess I will keep looking for signs until I can figure it all out!

My 12th Birthday Party, A Sherlock Boomer Adventure, Chapter Three

My Thirteenth 12th Birthday

Chapter Three

We made it to the house, I yipped until Mom came to the door.  Chris was really nervous.  “Just remain calm, Chris. Tell Mom your story, I am positive she can help you.  And if she can’t help you I’ll bet you can live with me.”  I put a paw on Chris’ shoulder.

Mom opened the door and just stood there staring at us.  Right at that moment the little grandchild visiting us rushed right out and yelled that I had brought a friend home.

In Chris and I bounded.  Chris stopped on his way by my bedroom and got a really long drink of water out of my water dish, then he spied my cereal and woofed down four or five huge mouthfuls.  All the while the little granddaughter kept calling for us to come to see her.

Only after Chris’ got his thirst slacked and his tummy full did he head into the woodstove room to get loves.

Mom followed us in.

“Goodness, Boomer, where did this little fellow come from?”  She reached down and patted my back.

“Out on the farm…I tried to tell her.  He was lost and trying to get home.”  I tried with all my doggie might, but Mom just doesn’t know how to understand unspoken words.

“Well, let us see what we can do to find his home.” Mom said to Dad and Tally.  Then Mom got on the phone and started calling neighbors…no one knew the dog or even knew who might have a dog like Chris.

Then Mom started called the Vet Clinics in Delta — Yep!  Very soon she got a vet who knew the dog, knew the person who owned the dog, knew where the dog lives and the dog’s Mom’s phone number.

Mom then called Chris’ Mom and she was there in 10 minutes flat.  Chris and his family live two miles up the road from us…just two more miles and Chris would have made it home.

Still, I told Chris, “it’s a very good thing you came here…I promise you Coyotes live on the farm”!

We all waved goodbye to Chris as he sat in the backseat waving his little paw back at all of us.

Well, a good thing accomplished during my 12th Birthday Adventure.

Now…back to checking out the farm…I still want to go see some of my friends!

Boomer

 

 

My Thirteenth Birthday A Sherlock Boomer Adventure

My Thirteenth Birthday

Chapter One

 

This month I am 13…really Mom and Dad don’t know my birth month and I can’t remember…too little you see.  But it was in October I was rescued here on the farm…all skinny and worried and sad…caught in a live trap to see what was causing havoc out by the cornfield.

That is where I learned to LOVE! LOVE! LOVE! Canned cat food.

In the live trap, all scared and terribly hungry!

Fallen-2

Mom fell in the love with me the first time she saw me.  Fuzzy fell in love with me and shared his dog house, food, and dog bed with me until the October he went over the rainbow bridge.

So—-because Mom doesn’t know my real Birth day, the day she found me is my Birthday!

Mom found me on the 10th day of October.  The Vet said I was around 5 years old (just like Fuzzy was when Mom found him) that makes me THIRTEEN!

To celebrate my thirteenth years of being alive I decided it was time to take a wee walk about on the farm (who knows if I will be able to next year) and give myself a birthday party with all the friends I meet.

I have some really cool friends.  Friends that do NOT want to meet Mom or Dad and more than likely really won’t be invited to come into the yard….just say’n.

 

So here it is…October—almost November and I think it’s time I have a bit of an adventure.

I chose my time carefully…waiting for Mom and Dad to be very busy splitting wood — not watching me in any shape or form—and took off On A GREAT ADVENTURE CELEBRATING MY BIRTHDAY!

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—-Mom Has Computer Troubles

Mom’s computer broke…well it really didn’t break, nor did it die, but the nasty “Time to Update” happened—after which Mom’s computer would NOT OPEN.

So Mom called her Computer Repair guy.  He was out on a call and would come by late afternoon to see what he could do.

So there was nothing to be done on the computer—-all day.  Which didn’t mean Mom did nothing.

She and Dad worked on removing nails from a building they salvaged,

cleaned up around the hay stackyard, loaded out another load of hay, cooked lunch, patched a roof on the tile house…

and in general, kept really busy!

 

Then late, late in the day!  The computer was repaired and good to go again!

Mom, Dad, and I  (also Mindy and the two chickens)  all danced with joy.

 

But more than all us…Mom was more than delighted!

Off to bed now.  It’s been a long day!

Boomer

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Rocky Chaco Man

Mom, Dad, and I were out working around the haystack yard when Mom looked up and said: “We are heading toward colder weather—sundog in the sky!”

I looked up with her and sure enough…there it was all sparkly and purdy!

Anyway…back to Rocky Chaco Man—

He has the best job…he gets to have lots of hugs and pets and pets and hugs…you see Rocky is a Reading Dog for the Mesa County Library System.

Rocky says he LOVES his job, but he HATES having to have a bath before he goes!!

HATES IT!

But Rocky Chaco Man’s mom insists—she says little kids can be allergic to dog fur so Rocky has to be as clean as possible.

Rocky says once he gets there he doesn’t even remember the horrors of the bath. It’s all about kids and hugs from that point on.

(I agree with Rocky…baths are NOT my favorite thing!)

Boomer Beaglie Brown

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Moon Walk

Mom and I took a walk in the moonlight…that beautiful wonderful silver moonlight!

Mom LOVES walking in the moonlight.

Mindy didn’t go, she was sleeping next to Dad when Mom and I got up and went outside around one in the morning.

It’s still warm here, but cooling down rapidly in the night.  It’s quite cold by morning.

But one o’clock is not bad…work jacket cold.

So off we went…just Mom and I.

On our way past the cornfield, we ran into a buck…well, actually we scared him.  He was sleeping at the edge of the field, near the irrigation ditch.  Up he jumped!  Mom’s camera caught him in the light of the moon and a little star next to the moon.

“Cool!” Mom exclaimed.

I just kept on sniffing around and down the road.  Although, I do stay close to Mom anymore…elderly now you see.

Mom doesn’t make me stay close, I just want too.

We walked around the big cornfield then crossed down the ditch between the little corn field and the big corn field and ran into TWO bucks.

MOM was very careful to be very still so she could get a couple of photos of them.

I was very still also.  That camera thing is really important to mom.

Flash!

Good job!

Of course, the deer scrambled away.

We started back home, just Mom and I, nothing much happening when Mom stopped took a photo and started RUNNING!

I ran with her, all big grins and floppy ears.

I wonder what made Mom run?

Oh, well, I will probably never know.

Still, the running was fun!

Boomer

 

 

There in the Star-Flexed Sky—-Tuesday, September 18, 2018

Boomer and I went for wee walk last night (and a couple of nights ago)

Mindy following along behind, besides, in front, sometimes hidden, sometimes right at my feet

We went when the moon was just a sliver, followed by a shining star

I got it in my head to try and take a photo or two of the stars shining down on us as we walked along…the orange lights at the bottom of the photo are the house lights way over the mesa and down in the holler from our farm

 

It was surprisingly fun to soar up above the earth with my camera

This is Venus shining gloriously in the west.

Someday I would love to have a camera which could take better photos of that wonderous sky at night.

But until I am very rich…I will enjoy the camera I have…

and my wee walks

with very good friends

As we explore the beauty of the night!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

P.S.  That is the pinto bean header on the pinto bean combine at night.  I thought it was rather neat looking!

Hugs

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Where we are Now

Where we are now…the pinto bean harvest is over.  Although, Dad says he isn’t selling the pinto beans right now…he wants to wait for a spell.

There is still irrigation water to set and change. The corn is still in need of water and the alfalfa fields also.

Look at this!  It’s a Foam Ball—pretty cool.  This Foam Ball was made from the foam on the ditch water going around and round and round.  As soon as Mom and Dad removed the dam it was gone.

Mom watches out for me lots now.  She says she does NOT want me wandering off searching for news and stuff…

next month I will be 13 years old and she says my age will get in the way of me staying safe out there in the wilds of the farm.

I rode every day and every second of the whole pinto bean harvest with Mom.  Even in the broiling sun!  Then I rode in the back of the pick up to town and back to go to TRACTOR SUPPLY (that’s MY store) and went with Mom to get parts when the combine broke down.

I was really busy!

But I do stay close to Mom.

Especially out on the ditch bank.

I can still hear well and I can see better than some dogs at my age, but sometimes I wonder if she might be right.

For Instance—last night—way in the dark, when I went out to relieve myself…. I SAW SPACE SHIP LIGHTS!!!

That was scary!

I know about real SCARY things on the farm like, coyotes and stuff like that, but SPACE ALIENS I don’t know anything about and I don’t want to LEARN!!!

So that’s where we are now.  Harvest of the pinto beans is over—the corn harvest is yet to come.  The days are growing shorter and shorter.

And the nights colder.

The hummingbirds are fewer and fewer.  Mom only sees them in the early morning or late in the evening at the feeder.  This morning there were actually 4 drinking.  Yesterday there was only 2.

The Barn Swallows have left; all the summer birds are gone now.  Makes Mom sad…but I tell her there is no reason to be sad.  SHE HAS ME!

WAIT!  What was that?!?  I think I had better so see!

BYE!

Boomer Brown