The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Catching UP

Well, it seems like I need to do some catching up.  Well, not me, but you.  Well not you catching me up, but me catching you up.

It’s still terribly dry here.


And the wind blows every day, —- still.

The deer are enjoying the corn.

They like corn just like Mom and Dad.

The coyotes eat the corn also.  There isn’t anything a coyote won’t eat —-just say’n.

The Barn Swallows are doing a real good job of keeping the mosquitoes gone.  They are on another batch of little kids so they eat lots of flying bugs.  Mom and Dad and Mindy and I think that is a VERY GOOD THING!

The very busy raccoons are coming into the yard all the time.  They robbed Mom’s tomato patch the other night and had a huge feast.

So, Mom covered up the watermelon hoping to protect the three which are left. (One was eaten and Mom said it wasn’t even ripe.)

Freddy Fox comes to see me every so often.  He is shy and won’t come around if Mom is out on a walk with me…but I see him and give him tag wags.

The other night we almost ran into a skunk.  Mom was extremely careful.  She called me back to her and made me walk with her into the cornfield where we hid—and Mom took a photo.

That tail went up, up and more up, but nothing came out.  Which was a very good thing.  Mom and I were extremely nervous we were going to get sprayed.

But I guess the big news is Ethie and Dottie don’t live here anymore.  Ethie’s real parents came and got her.  They also took Dottie because Ethie and Dottie were BFF’s now and would have been sad without each other.

Then Mom was sad about not having Ethie and Dottie.  She kept saying that the yard seems empty without chickens.  This went on for several days.

My oldest sister (the one who has my cousin Etta) came up and gave mom TWO young hens.

Little Bit One and Two.  They do everything together. If one turns left the other one does too.  If one runs down the road the other one is right with them.  Mom says they must have been twins.  (Can chickens have twin eggs?  It’s a wonder all eggs look the same to me.)

Anyway, Mom is happy again…two hens to scratch and run in her yard.  I have two hens who like to take naps close to me…and Mindy has two hens who like to chase her.

Mindy is not very happy about that!!!!

Oh!  Have to go!…………….

It’s UPS TRUCK TIME!

Boomer

 

 

 

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All Fun and Games Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter 12

Chapter 12

 

DOTTIE CAME to live with Ethie, Mindy-cat, and I!

You see, Jan, the amazing chicken lady (she shows chickens all over the western part of the United States) said Ethie was lonely.  So Ethie was broody to have company.

Well, she didn’t say it all like that, but that is the way I, Boomer, Sherlock Beagle, understood it when Mom explained it to me.

The farm family has grown just a wee bit more.  And I have to REALLY guard my food!

MEANWHILE out of the farm

(and in the farmyard)

Life as

we know it

goes on!

All Fun and Games!

Unless Coyotes are involved!

  Boomer Beaglie Brown, a.k.a. Sherlock Boomer

 

 

Chapter 11 All Fun and Games, Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter 11

 

Mom and I kept going out and checking on Ethie.

“Get up, Ethie”, mom would say, picking Ethie up and putting her down outside the chicken house.

Ethie would just growl at mom.  She even would raise her hackles.

“Oh, stop it!  I’m not going to hurt you.  You just need to get outside and DO something.”

This went on for a couple of days when Mom figured out Ethie was strong enough now she wanted to RAISE BABIES!!!

Well, of course, it was the wrong time of year to head to the feed store and pick up a couple of just-hatched chicks, so Mom started reading up on broody hens.

Then the experiments began…

Ethie was not allowed to sit on her nest.  Which didn’t work…she just sat on the top of the nest.

Ethie was constantly taken off her nest and put outside to stand disgruntle by Mom and I will Mom worked in the yard.

Of course, all egg-laying stopped.

Ethie also stopped eating and grew desperate to SIT ON THE NEST.

So…. Mom wrote a blog friend, who shows hens professionally.

“Help!” Mom wrote, explaining Ethie, Ethie’s attitude, and all the things Mom has tried.

Mom’s friend wrote back…gave really good advice.

A couple of days later——————

 

 

 

All Fun and Games! A Sherlock Boomer Adventure —Chapter 10

Chapter 10

 

Well, Mom wasn’t so sure having a hen was a good idea.  Gradually, over-time, Ethie grew stronger, put on weight and started doing more and more chicken things.

Like—scratching up all Mom’s carefully crafted flowerbeds.  Not only scratching them up but taking dust baths in them.

Although Mom never did holler at Ethie,

Mom did start putting out old fencing stopping Ethie from having a hay-day in at least a few of the beds.

 

On the third day Ethie came to live with us, Mom gave up trying to protect all the flowerbeds.  For you see it was on the third day, Ethie felt strong enough to start laying eggs again!

Great big brown eggs!  The kind of egg, which sells as a jumbo in the grocery store.

So, Mom said…” Okay, Ethie Girl, (Ethie and I willed Ethie’s name into Mom’s mind…up until that time Mom was calling her hen.  Ethie was a little upset to just be called hen.) “You can scratch to your heart content in all the flower beds I haven’t covered up or fenced you out of…those big brown eggs make having a little hen on the farm a very good thing.”

So, we settled down to dog, cat, and hen.

 

Although, hen can be a drag…like when you are trying to eat.  Ethie always wants to come and take my food away.  I howl at her and she jumps back and gradually goes away.

Mom has taken to feeding me ONLY in the house.  Because you see…we have a hen now.

Time went on Ethie took naps with me, tried to get anything I was eating,

also tried to take my dog cousin’s food, took dust baths where ever I was until one-day Ethie refused to get out of her nest.

 

All Fun and Games Another Boomer Sherlock Adventure Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

 

Well, as you must know, we made it home.  Ruth flapped Ethie down, sitting her on the lawn close to the clothesline, and flew back up into the air.

I was still heading in…Ruth picked up Ethie some ways out so I still had a spell to trot.

I was getting closer to the house though.

Ruth sailed over my head and hooted down to me what she did. I sat down in the soft dirt of the farm road lifted my right paw in salute, then she was gone.

After some more walking, trotting and running, I made it into the farmyard, headed to my lawn and the clothesline area and collapsed by Ethie.

Boy, was mom surprised when she saw a HEN in her yard.  It’s been years since Mom has had chickens.  Years.

Mom took one look at Ethie. Then a look at me.

“Well, Boomer,” she mused.  “I see you have a friend.  We do we do now?  There is no chicken yard, there is no chicken house, there is no chicken food.”

About the time she finished her sentence Ethie walked over to Mom.  Mom reached down and picked up that very scrawny, starting to lose feathers, hen.

As soon as Ethie was in mom’s arms, Ethie put her little head on mom’s shoulder and gave a huge sigh.

That’s all it took.

Off Mom went to the old chicken house.

“Do you think you would like to live here, little hen if I clean it all out and fix you a nice spot to sleep?”

Ethie looked close at what Mom was talking about.  Then, with a little chicken purr wiggled to get down.

Mom put her down.

“Well, Boomer.  I guess it’s settled.  Let’s get busy.”

With that Mom started taking things out the chicken house, moving them here and there.

After a good sweeping, wash and scrub, Mom was off to the haystack yard with her wheelbarrow.

Then back she came scattering thick good smelling hay all over in the hen house, put the old nesting box back in, and decided she didn’t like it.

“This is way too big for one little hen.” She announced.

Then back she went looking over her supplies of ‘stuff’, came back to the hen house, put two old apple boxes on the floor in the middle of the rather large chicken house floor, then placed the dog crate (useless, because I don’t need it at all!) on the two apple boxes; filled the dog crate with wood shavings she had run to town to get.

She got out two of my old dog dishes, filled one with chicken food, which she picked up while in town, and the other one with water.

By this time it was going on evening, but still too light for bed.

“It’s time to go change water, Boomer. You enjoy yourself little hen.  We will be back shortly.”  With that statement Mom, Dad and I were off to do our last chore of the evening.

(By the way…. riding on the back of the four-wheeler, hanging out on the ditch bank watching Mom and Dad set siphon tubes is MUCH easier than trying to get a hen to safety!  Just say’n.)

When we drove back into the yard the sky had started to turn colors…the night was coming on.

Mom sat me down off the four-wheeler and we took off looking for Ethie.

Mom looked in the flower garden, in the veggie patch, on the lawn by the clothesline, finally, she decided that the hen was gone.

“Well, no hen, Boomer.  I guess she has hidden away.  Let’s go shut the door to the hen house and see if that little bird shows up in the morning.”

Mom and I walked out to the hen house, got to the open door when Mom looked inside and saw

ETHIE!!!

All settled in for the night!

 

All Fun and Games A Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

 

Ethie and I plodded on all the long hot day after a night of extreme terror.

We rested for a spell at the beginning of the night.  But I wanted to get home.  We were in dangerous territory.

Ethie argued with me and refused to budge.  About that time the leader of a coyote pack walked up the road heading toward us.  I quickly shoved a sputtering, clucking, hen into the high grass along the canal and SAT on her!  I mean…what is a dog to do when a chicken just WON’T SHUT UP!

I didn’t sit hard, but I did sit long.  I couldn’t risk that silly hen flapping herself into the canal or her squawking drawing attention to us.

After the whole pack of six trotted by I waited a little longer, then got off the hen gave her a push up the bank with my nose and we were off again.

This time Ethie listened to me and hopped and ran alongside without me having to prod her along.

We had just reached the little bridge where Dad’s water from the headgate enters into the little corn field. Ethie and I had stopped for a rest both of us getting a drink of water.

Suddenly lots of chittering and chatter and racket were heard coming out the cornfield…Raccoons!  And the whole family of them. Ethie and I took one look at each other and took off fast!

Nothing tastes better to raccoons than CHICKEN!

This time we ran and ran and ran until we made it to the old cottonwood tree!  At the bottom of the old cottonwood tree is a little hollow.  We were so tired neither one of us could take another step.

I pushed Ethie into the hollow gave her a little time to fluff herself up and settle in way close to the tree and the tree’s roots.  Then I laid down and front of her ………………………….zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Morning arrived and with it was STANLEY!  Oh, yes! STANLEY the squirrel.   It was so good to see STANLEY!  Just seeing Stanley meant we were getting close to the farm.

Well, closer.  Stanley and Stewart had moved themselves up to the old cottonwood tree some time back.  I missed them in the farmyard, but it wasn’t too much time to trot up the farm road.  Well, way up the farm…way, way up the farm road and visit them.

I would do that ever so often.  I rather like Stanley and Stewart.

Anyway, Stanley woke Ethie and I. then Stanley talked a mile a minute about everything going on in his squirrel world.

I told him what we were doing, introduced him to Ethie, then he was off. He said he had lots of work to do to get ready for winter.  Winter was coming you know…he yelled over his shoulder as he took off down the farm road.

The day wore on.

My it was hot!

I put Ethie in front of me giving her a little push now and again. Down the long hot farm road, we went.

Gradually we made it to one of Dad’s farm equipment areas.  By this time the sun was starting to set.

We were close, but still not close enough.

Then suddenly and without any warning, Ruth silently glided down out the sky and grabbed Ethie around her very skinny but feathery body and lifted Ethie up into the sky.

Ethie took one look at the ground, then one look at the claws around her middle and fainted.

I saw Ethie’s neck go limp, her neck all stretched out looking like a very dead chicken.

That is for sure.

“HEY, DOG!  SEE YOU IN THE FARMYARD!  IT’S TIME THIS BIRD MADE IT HOME!”

With that Ruth and Ethie flew way up into the sky turned toward the farmhouse and was gone!

I picked up my feet, tail wagging and ran as fast as my beagle legs could take me to HOME!

Chapter 6 All Fun and Games! A Sherlock Boomer Adventure

All Fun and Games!

Chapter Six

 

We walked, Momma Deer and I, Ruth flew way ahead and then back again, and Ethie ran through most of the night.

Sometime way in the very early morning of the next day, Ethie collapsed. She just fell forward, her beak opened, eyes closed and went BAM onto the soft dirt.

The dirt made a soft little puff as she went down.

I was walking behind Ethie so I saw the whole thing.

Momma deer was in the lead.  Mainly because she was MUCH taller than all of us and could scout for danger much easier.

Ruth had just swung back over-head and saw the hen crumple.

“Hey, dog! I think the hen is done for, maybe it’s time for a nap, some scratching around for bugs and a dust bath for that bird.  Otherwise, she isn’t going to make it.”

I perked up my ears and looked around.

Momma deer stopped her forward march, turned around, came back and stood looking very puzzled at the flat as a leaf chicken.

“I think Ruth is onto something,” she murmured.  “I think I could handle a rest myself.  We are close to the farm road to the Rocky Point Hill; I’ll graze on the pasture grass while you and the hen take a rest.”   With that, she turned back around and walked up to the Rocky Point farm road, did a few hops skips and jumps and was in the pasture at the Upper End.

Ruth called “See ya soon, dog!” as she flew silently upward into the brilliantly lite sky full of moonlight.

I sat there looking at the wore out bird.  What a mess I have.  A chicken, of all things, way to heck up here in the yonder of the farm, and a huge need to get her home to Mom.

I laid down with my head on my front paws; staring at the bird/chicken/her, Ethie.

What a me…..I drifted off to sleep.  At some point, I flopped over on my side and stretched out…ahhh sure feels goo….zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

I woke up with a start!  Standing right over me was KING!!  I jumped up wide awake, almost trembling.  A buck deer with HORNS can sometimes mean trouble for canines.

“Hey, Little Buddy! Slow down! I just wanted to see what was going on here, why you were sleeping in the path, so to speak!”

“Tired, King.  Just got tired.  It’s okay. My little-feathered friend and I will be moving on at daylight.  Don’t do anything rash, King.  We aren’t planning on staying here.”  I am sorry to say I almost whined.

King raised his right hoof.  “Just relax. Tell me what’s going on and let me see if I can help you.”

Seeing that right hoof off the ground I must admit I pretty much stammered out the whole story.  Deer have very sharp hooves.

“Humm, I see.” King mused.  “So, Momma has gone onto the pasture, Ruth is in the sky somewhere and you are stuck with a farm-yard bird.”

“Yes, that pretty much sums it right up.”

“Okay, here goes…get that hen up and come with me.  I can at least get you to the Upper End Pasture and maybe down the farm road past the Little Cornfield.  If I can get you that far I think you can do the rest.”

I looked at King with his soft furry antlers, his very sharp hooves, and his TALL body and decided the answer to my worries had appeared!

Giving Ethie a push with my nose (not once but several times) she finally woke with a start, squawked when she saw King, tried to run off, but I held by her tail until she calmed down.

King and I explained our plan, she looked at us with very worried eyes, gave her feathers a shake and said: “Okay, let’s go.”

Then we were off.

It’s a good thing King was with us…King saw two foxes along the way.

One was fairly close,

but the other one up on the road part way.

King ran at both of them; they scattered.

Just as we passed the Upper End—King had to stop and talk to Momma for a spell, which was good, it gave Ethie and me a break, we started up the little rise which will take us to the farm road that went by the Little Corn field….a Coyote appeared!

I almost fainted! COYOTE!  I am mortally afraid of coyotes!

King froze. “Shhh,” he said. “Don’t make a sound.  Stand right where you are and don’t move.”

Ethie and I froze.

King froze.

I could hear the coyote walking ahead of us somewhere, very soft pads of footfalls.   They sounded like death to me.

Gradually the soft footpad sounds faded.

“Okay, you two let’s get to going. The night is fading and daylight is almost upon us.”

We took off again.

All Fun and Games! A Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter 4

All Fun and Games!

Chapter Four

 

I was standing there feeling all amazed at this little hen when a huge dark shadow fell over the hen and me.  Glancing up I saw…

“OWL! OWL!” the little hen screamed!  “IT IS THE OWL! RUN!”

She picked up her feet and started to flap and squawk.

I raised my paw and pushed her down flat.

“OWL!” she sobbed.

“Shh, …it’s okay.” I soothed.  “It’s just Ruth. Ruth is our friend.  Ruth can help me help you.!

The hen fluttered and squiggled and squirmed.

“Owls eat CHICKENS!”

“Oh! Shut UP HEN!” Ruth yelled. “I’m not going to eat you, I’m not going to pick you up and fly you far away, I’m not going to do anything with you.  JUST SHUT UP!”

The little hen fluffed up her feathers, shook my paw off, struggled back up into a standing position and gave Ruth and I a huge look of pure disgust.  “I knew that”, she pouted…” The dog would have run if you were going to eat me.”

“Okay…now that we have that all straight…just what is going on? I don’t think I have ever seen a chicken way out here on the

edge of Coyote land, nor have I ever seen a chicken sleeping in a brush way out here where the

deer and the

raccoons roam.  By the way, raccoons eat chickens also, did you know?  I mean. You are a sitting duck. Er Chicken…er…you are LUNCH!  No matter how you look at it!”  Ruth flapped her wings and gave a couple of hoots.

“I know,” the little hen shuddered. “I know.  By the way, my name is Ethie.  Ethie means brave in chicken.  I decided I needed to take a name that would lend me courage.”

In my first former life, I was named Little Miss, then in my second former life I was named Twiggy.  But all those names would not help me be brave so I looked carefully into Chicken talk and remembered Ethie means BRAVE.  I knew if I were to survive I HAD to be brave.”

“Well, Ethie, brave you are indeed.” Ruth put her left wing on Ethie’s back.

I just looked at the both of them standing there a little reddish-brown hen all puffed up looking important and a grouchy soft-hearted Big Horned Owl patting that little scrawny hen on the back.

Sometimes I am stunned at the turn my life takes.

 

 

 

 

All Fun and Games! A Sherlock Boomer Adventure—Chapter Three

Chapter Three

 

My word!  A Hen!

I stood stock still and stared right into her wild beady little eyes.  As I stood there staring at her she fluffed up her feathers on her whole body, her neck feather rose straight up and made her scrawny neck look twenty times bigger than it did just a second ago. Then her wings came out to the side of her body and rose up in an arch at the exact second her beak opened and let out a loud amazing squawk!

THEN SHE WAS IN MY FACE!  Her beak was aiming right from my left eye, or my soft nose, or my wonderful long velvet ears!  I don’t know which for I put my front feet into the ground and pushed my rear end back out from under the brush as fast as I possibly could!

“WHOA!” I bayed!  “WHOA!” What’s going on with you? I’m not going to hurt you.”

The hen FLEW out after me her very sharp beak aiming for anything and everything she could make contact with!  I kept backing away until I could swing my whole body around and run back up on a little rise.  I sat up there huffing and panting, while the hen squawked and sputtered down below me.

“SHUT UP!” I yelled at her.  “SHUT YOUR BEAK! CLOSE YOUR WINGS! PUT THOSE NECK FEATHERS DOWN!” I bayed so loud I startled the hen into submission.

The hen stopped squawking and just looked at me. A stunned expression on her face. (Yes, birds can show expression.  If you don’t believe me you should be standing right here beside me!)

“Okay,” I hollered at her. “Tell what this is all about!  Tell me WHY you are up here in the Back Forty close to Coyote land and tell me why you are so darn mad at ME!”  I demanded.

“Er…Well…” the hen sorta looked defeated and just sat down. Suddenly it looked like she was crying.

I pushed myself off my little rise and padded my way (carefully—very carefully, that hen has already proved she has a very mean temper) over to her and gave her a little push with my nose.

“What’s up, hen? Tell me.  I just might be able to help you. I’ve helped lots of friends here on the farm.  I’ll bet I can help you also.”

I sat down and wagged my tail in the soft dirt.

“I’m lost” she sobbed. “So very lost. I don’t know where I am. I have almost been dinner twice. Once with a fox, where I escaped and ran as hard as I could through a pasture full of big animals —I think one was a mule, the other a horse.  They chased me and stomped at me.

Then I flew up into a tree.  By this time, it was starting to get night so I just stayed there resting.  The next morning, I looked up in the tree and there was an OWL!  A great big owl…she hooted at me so I fluttered down as fast as I could and ran as fast as my hen legs would take to the cover of some brush when suddenly” the hen paused for breath; a huge shudder went over her whole body.

“A GREAT BIG HAIRY SCAR COVERED CANINE leaped over a rock and grabbed me with a muzzle ugly and full of teeth I knew it was time to give up the ghost!  The hen flapped her body clear to the ground, laying as flat as a round-bodied chicken could lay; closing her eyes I thought she HAD given up the ghost.

I waited for a little while just watching her when one eye opened, then the other eye opened.  The hen sat up.  “Oh, …it’s not a dream.  I am still here with a dog, in the brush, and very lost.”

“Please go on with your story.” I politely asked her.

“Oh, yes.  I thought I was soon to be dinner.” The little hen shuddered. “When suddenly from out of nowhere that huge owl flew right down on top of the coyote, slammed her claws right into the coyote’s snout, the jaws fell open and I RAN!  I ran and ran and ran until I couldn’t run anymore, then I hide in that big brush where you found me. “

“I was just starting to get my heart beat back to normal when you poked you crawled into my hiding spot!  There was nothing I could do at that moment by fight back.”

I sat there amazed!  What an adventure!  What an amazing hen.  Just amazing!

 

 

 

 

All Fun and Games! Chapter 2– A Sherlock Boomer Adventure—-Friday, June 1, 2018

Chapter Two

I start following my nose!  First my nose in the air, then my nose on the ground, back to the air, back to ground…there was a very interesting smell…. something I hadn’t smelled before.

Well, I had smelled it before…it smelled (faintly) of coyotes.

Now, please understand that I NEVER in and circumstance do I ever follow a trail which a coyote leaves behind.

Ever!

But this trail was different.

This trail had a whole different smell over the TOP of the old coyote trail.

It smelled sorta dusty.

And sorta scared.

And sorta familiar…sorta…

I couldn’t figure it out.

So I trotted along sniffing and sniffing.

I faintly heard Mom call me.  Faintly.

Then a very far away sound of the four-wheelers starting up.

I knew I should go back…but…

Well….

This smell.

I cocked me head to one side and looked back to where Mom and Dad were and WHAM!

It hit me.

They were gone, and I was in the Back Forty…almost to the corner fence…the corner fence which borders our neighbor’s cows pasture and the other side

which borders Coyote Country.

Oh, well.  Mom and Dad were gone.

The day was starting to end, and the smell…was GETTING STRONGER!

I picked up my little Beagle paws, put my nose to the ground.  The next time I looked up I was at a stand of Rabbit Brush, Chico Brush and the corner fence.

THE SMELL WAS STRONG!!!

Very strong.

I started sniffing here and there until I sniffed my way right up under a rather bushy Chico Brush, crouching down to crawl under the brush and found a….

CHICKEN!