The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— This One’s for the Birds

Mom and I went for a walk night-before-last.  IT WAS COLD! Even colder today…when Mom and I got up at 5:00 a.m. it was 7*f! (-13.8889c)

WE ARE COLD!

Anyway, Mom and I went for a midnight walk, or so, we really didn’t see anything.  Mom took a photo of a car coming up the side road, that was all.

Then as we were walking back, I think we saw KIT!!! I bayed at him, but he was too fast if it was him.  Mom tried to get a photo, but he was way too fast.

So we walked back to the house and went back to bed.  Mom loaded wood into the woodstove first…just so we could all stay warm.

Warm is good.

Anyway, the next day, yesterday, Mom and I went out to feed the birds…chickens and wild birds, Mom took her camera with us and tried to get some good photos at the feeders.

While Mom was busy,

I checked out the news on the farm, I wanted to see if Kit really rushed by us, or if it was someone else.

After a spell, Mindy went with me.

Mindy is a really playful cat. She loves to run and jump and romp everywhere we go.

So…here we are…

birds,

dog,

and cat…

and a very cold morning.

Mom and I and Mindy went out and did all our chores early then back we came…Mindy to lay on the carpet right next to the wood stove and me in my very soft bed on the other side of the wood stove.

It’s just too cold to do much, but sleep!

Boomer Beaglie Brown

 

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The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Hauling Wood

Mom and Dad get up before the grey light starts to show over by the mountains, eat breakfast, then put on my coat, load me up in the back of the pick-up truck (or up front) and head up to the far reaches of the farm.

By the time we eat breakfast, gather up all the wood gathering tools, put my coat on me, the sun is up and the frost is THICK on the grass.

You see we have to go early before the mud appears, or we would never make it up there and back.

Dad isn’t fond of being stuck and Mom is even more un-fonder since being stuck enough the four-wheel drive doesn’t work means a long walk back to the house to get the tractor and chain, then a very cold ride back to the stuck truck, and THEN Mom has to pull the pick up out, which she HATES to do.

So up we go, every day this week, then it’s back to the yard where Mom sorts and Dad cuts until today when they both announced: “This should hold us for a spell”!

Now….for me it is lots of fun.  I can ride up front or in the back, whatever I want.  I usually pick the back.  I have a coat on you see.

We drive through the cows and the Sandhill Cranes—I don’t bark or whine or howl at them I just watch.

Then Mom sits me out of the truck and I go exploring.  I go here and there and everywhere. I go where ever I want to go.

Then when I hear the chain saw stop or I hear Mom holler for me I head back to the truck and get loaded up again.

Back home

I usually go around smelling who or what has been visiting the farm while we were gone.

Then when Mom lets the hens out and heads back into the house,

I always go with her…nap time.

Mom works upstairs on her computer and I take a long nap.

Dad does Dad stuff, I don’t know what that is because, well, you see, I stay with Mom, always.

Boomer Beaglie Brown

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Mom and I

Mom and I left Mindy in the house…Mom doesn’t like to walk with Mindy.  Well, she does, but when Mom and I are going on a LONG Walk, Mom leaves Mindy in the house.

Not because Mindy can’t make the long walk, but because Mindy gets terribly sidetracked and leaves us and sometimes doesn’t come back for days and days.

When that happens (it’s happened twice) Mom is just sure the coyotes got Mindy.

So now, when Mom and I go for LONG walk, Mom leaves Mindy in the house!

So anyway, back to my adventure.

Mom and I go for walks often!  Even if it is muddy.  Of course, when it’s muddy we don’t go where the Mud is bad, we just go a short ways here and there.
That’s okay by me…any walk is always a good walk.

So off we went because Mom wanted to get photos of the clouds.  Mom loves clouds.

Well, Mom loves, clouds, birds, sunsets, sunrises, the moon, HECK taking photos of anything and everything on the farm.

So, once more back to the adventure…off we went to add to mom’s collection of CLOUDS!

She got lots of photos of clouds and I gathered lots of news.

Back home, Mom showed me all the cloud photos and said her favorite for the week was the roll clouds.

Then she gave me a good rub down, a cookie and sat down at her computer.

 

As for me—

I went outside and had a good roll on the grass.

Nothing better than a good roll on the grass, this time of year.

(No, I didn’t roll in the manure…it’s all frozen and Mom gets rather grouchy about rolled in manure and me coming into the house…just say’n.)

Boomer

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— And Then

Everything is back to normal…

I still greet the Mail Lady when she drives down our long, long lane,

I go for walks with Mom,

and with my sisters (when they are here) and Mom,

I meet Mom coming home EVERY SINGLE TIME,

I go with Mom to check out stuff on the farm —

but to be honest, it is VERY muddy out there and hard to get around—

I keep the farm safe,

check for news anytime I go outside,

and I get my feet washed (which I hate) when I come back in because of the MUD!

But the thing I do the very best…is Bay at The UPS MAN!

You see we used to have a very bad UPS man, he would kick at me, he even threw his coat at me once, yelled at me, ran at me like he was going to tackle me. Mom saw each and everything he did.

Finally, one day Mom said… “You do one more thing to my dog and I’m calling your supervisor.” The bad UPS driver just got in his truck and gunned it out of the yard.

Mom didn’t call his supervisor, but she sure thought long and hard about it.

THEN ONE DAY we had a new driver…he comes with DOG TREATS!


Mom always meets him at the truck so he doesn’t have to get out, but the other day he got out before Mom got there.

You see Mom’s package was all torn and beat up.  This really nice UPS driver met Mom and showed her the package, then filed a report for her.

BUT I BAYED AND BAYED AND BAYED.

I refused to listen to Mom.

The UPS driver said that I could talk all I want, he said he LIKES beagles! Can you imagine that!

SO, I DID!

Then I bayed him down the lane to the bridge and came back home very proud of myself.

Mom gave me a COOKIE!!

There is something good about being a watch beagle!

Boomer

P.S.  Mom wants you to know some of the photos were taken earlier when we didn’t have snow and mud.  But you don’t mind, I’m sure.

Boomer

 

My 12th Birthday Party a Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter 11

My Thirteenth 12th Birthday

Chapter Eleven

 

Momma and King walked together, Kit stayed with us for a short spell, then left—

“I am hungry,” he called over his shoulder, “I might catch up with you later on.”

I stopped and watch Kit lope across the Little Field, drop down over the small hill and …. was gone.

Sigh.

Well, at least I know he will check up on me off and on.

“Fill your tummy, Kit!”  I hollered.  “Come to the farm anytime you want.”

I shook myself looked over at King and Momma and said, “Let’s get to going.”  I put my beaglie body into a trot (just so I could keep up with King and Momma who were walking.

King, Momma and I stayed on the farm road…it was much easier to travel and we could see long ways down it.   The better to keep safe.

We just about at the Cross-Over pipe when I saw eyes shining in the dark!

“Stop here, Little Buddy,” King put his muzzle down to my ear and whispered.

“We aren’t alone.”  Momma also whispered.

“Coyotes! Oh, my heavenly stars.  COYOTES!” I panted.

“Shhh”, King put his hoof on my back…” Shhh.  Just stand still and see if they move on.”

So, we did.

We stopped right there.  No one making a sound.

Sure enough, the coyotes (there were three of them, but only one was close to us)

started trotting across last years pinto bean field leaving us alone.

That’s when we picked up the speed and practically ran all the way home.

Well, I ran, the deer trotted.

But still …. home we went.

FAST!

“Here we are, King, Momma.  Make yourself at home. The haystack yard is warm, soft soil, and lots of good eating if you are interested.  The weeds are pretty nice behind the haystack backdrop also.

King and Momma started checking everything out.

I watched for a bit; the deer laid down, wrapped themselves in a circle each and closed their eyes.

“Good night, Boomer.  You’re a good friend,” King sleepily said as he drifted off to sleep.

“Yes, good night, Boomer,” replied Momma.

I raised a paw at them and turned toward the farmhouse.  It was so late I knew I would have to sleep outside in my doghouse.  But that’s okay.  It’s nice and warm and SAFE!

I slowly headed in, checking everything out as I went; I had to see what had changed while I was gone.

Home…Home is a good thing.

 

 

 

My 12th Birthday Party A Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter 10

My Thirteenth 12th Birthday

Chapter Ten

 

We all ran as fast as we could, through the Back Forty, up onto the Sage Brush Hill, traveling quickly.  King and Momma Deer bounding away from Kit and I, then stopping and waiting for us to catch up.  Finally, we made it to the little stream where we all rested.

Actually, we all collapsed.  We had stopped on the edge of the little stream, where the sun was warming a little hillside.  The deer, after huge gulps of water, started grazing.

Kit and I went hunting for mice.

Yes…food!  It had been a long, long time since any of us had had any real food.

Then we all laid down on the sunny warm hillside and took a nap!

A long nap in the warm sunshine, on a warm hill.  Everyone slept until the shadows started cooling the earth and thereby us also.

“WAKE UP!  WAKE UP, EVERY ONE!” I bayed “It’s starting to get dark.  And it’s starting to rain/snow!  I’ve got to get home.  You, all can stay here, but I’m on my way back.”  I jumped up and shook myself off.   Realizing I was rather stiff and sore I started stretching this way and that…first my front legs, then my back legs, next my neck…and another really good whole body shake.

“Each one of you is welcome to come back to the farmyard and live safe close by.  King you and Momma can live in the haystack yard and Kit there are some pretty nice underground irrigation pipes you could overwinter in.”   I looked at each one very sincerely.  “You can all come now or later.  But for me, it’s time to head home.”

“It’s dark” King announced.  “You sure you want to head on out?”

“Yes!  I’ve been gone too long.  I’m sure Mom is worried and to be frank with you I need my bed!  Yes, I’m a soft fluffy house dog when it comes to sleeping in my bed.  So Off I go. You are all welcome to come if you wish.”

“Let’s go with Boomer, King.  The hay stackyard sounds like it just might be warm and full of — well, hay—and those two things can make a couple of deer rather happy, don’t you think?”  Momma Deer put her hoof on King’s right hoof.

“Oh alright.  Let’s go to the farm!” King gave a huge smile to Momma Deer.

“You are welcome also Kit”  Kit turned to me and said…”I’ll follow you home, but I really think the whole farm is my domain.”

So as night deepend we all started off for the farm.

 

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.

 

 

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