Don’t let anyone tell you there isn’t a very active night life on a farm or ranch…if you do let them tell you and you believe it —-YOU ARE WRONG!!! ♪♫❤♪♫❤
There is all sorts of activity. Visits from the–
Tall, sleek, svelte
Those reeking of perfume
Gorgeous and dangerous
A Monkey
Mischief makers
And those
who protect the place
Then Mom and Dad come Home…
YAY, I just report the news. I let Sam protect the place.
Boomer
I don’t have much to say today. We, meaning Mom, Dad and Myself, are still trying to get the water down the fields, morning and night, sometimes noon and afternoon.
I like irrigation season, but I sure don’t like this rain/snow/wind/rain/snow/mud stuff we are having now. I still go, but I get really wet—my belly and my legs. I need longer legs, I guess.
(There is mud out there, don’t let this fool you.)
Anyway, it’s so nasty and wet today, Mom told me I had to STAY at the house, ON my bed, in my BEDROOM. She didn’t know but I STAYED right by the wood stove until I heard the 4-wheelers drive into the yard, then I slipped ever so quickly onto my bed in my bedroom.
TeeHee
There I was sitting there like I was ready to go outside, just as innocent as you please. Mom came in and gave me lots of pets and a hug; said I was a good doggie all nice and dry and warm. I agree—good dog, dry, warm…I gave her a huge smile and a kiss on the hands!
Other than lots of sleeping, not much going on. I think the cats have it figured out…Mom and Dad get cold, wet and muddy. We stay warm and dry!
(What we woke up too.)
Boomer
Tuesday afternoon, after a day of work, and me just hanging around the house being bored, Dad said “Let’s go for a ride around the place…just to get a change of scenery.”
Off we went, here there and everywhere…then way over by the equipment storage area Mom’s and my 4-wheeler just stopped. We were moving along at a decent speed and it stopped.
Dead.
“It’s that CDI box,” Dad exclaimed in a very disgusted voice. “I guess we will tow you back to the house.”
I think that was the first time I’ve ever ridden on Mom’s 4-wheeler when it didn’t make a sound.
Then the next day Mom said: “Come on, Boomer, you can go. We have lots to do down at the other house, you might as well come along.”
YAY!
Ever since last fall when I got in the wonderful wonder goo down over the hill, from the other house Mom has not let me go with her down there. If I get to go I have the hang-out with Mom the WHOLE TIME!
So this was a huge treat!
You see Mom and Dad were cutting down the front tree stump in the yard.
I rode in the pick-up with Mom, then I hung out in the field,
(looking for beef jerky and milk duds, but I didn’t let Mom know that.) and slept in the shade of the pick-up while my folks worked.
We worked from early morning to late afternoon. Only coming home for lunch.
Sometimes I followed the tractor to the hollow by the Sage Brush hill.
It was a great day! I had a marvelous time.
After Mom fed me supper I hopped into my lounge chair, just letting all the food settle you know. 🙂
I watched the house for a long time, until gradually……………….The Old Sandman got me ZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
I guess I was a little tired.
Boomer
The Robins have returned! Mom is so happy she stopped at the store and bought a bag of mealy worms. I stuck my nose into the bag, but…whew! It didn’t smell so good.
Then Mom, Dad and I went for a 4-wheeler ride and checked on the cows and calves.
They are all looking good. Mom thinks there are about 10-15 cows left to calve.
That’s a good thing because they cows all have to leave next week.
The bigger the calf is the better to hoof it down the hill to their next pasture. (It isn’t far, just down the hill from our other house, but a long way when you are brand new.)
Hank’s HERE! We’ve had a great time already…we’ve barked Mr. Davis down the road, Hank has barked at all the cows a few times (it always gets him yelled at… ‘Hank, stop! You can’t bark at the cows’!) We’ve checked out all the buildings and the equipment by the farm yard and hung out in the house with the little kids.
Oh, yes…the little girls are here and their Mom. My Mom says Hank and his family get to stay here clear until Sunday afternoon!
I know Hank and I’ll be tired when they hit the road, but it will be a good tired.
Boomer
Hank came to visit!
Hank Puff Cake McCormick. Well, his whole family came to visit, but I was much more interested in Hank. Hank and I do lots of things together, he even sleeps on the back porch with me. Hank sleeps where Fuzzy slept and I sleep where I always sleep.
The first night here Hank kept going outside and doing naughty things. The first time Hank went out and barked at the cows…Mom got up and scolded Him and made him come back to bed.
Then around mid-night Mom smelled a skunk…getting up and checking on us she saw that Hank was NOT on his side of the porch… “HANK! You get in HERE!” She hollered.
Thankfully Hank has just gone out and was still standing on the back step when Mom called him. Back in he came, which was a good thing, because there really was a skunk out by the trash cans. (Hank is not known to ovoid skunks…just saying. I do—I got sprayed once. Once was enough, I make SURE to ovoid them at all costs now.)
The third time Hank barreled out the back door Mom was right behind him. Mom was up putting wood in the woodstove so Hank didn’t get too far out the door again. This time Mom locked the door. Just as she locked the door she saw the Fox move through the yard.
“Oh, Hank! What are we going to do with you? Stay IN!” There is too much trouble out there, for you to get into, and then have to travel all the way back to Craig.”
Hank looked at a very mad Mom, hung his head and settled in to sleep the good sleep.
The next two nights Hank was decent and didn’t barrel out the backdoor every two or three hours. Which is a good thing, because Mom was getting very tired of his barking all night stuff.
Still we had lots of fun in the daytime, but the most fun was when Mr. Davis and his three cow dogs came through the yard to check on the cows. Twice a day they drive through…morning and evening. Twice a day Hank and I barked them down the lane and hollered at the three cow dogs in the back of the pick-up.
Suddenly it was time for Hank to leave. The family packed up the van and loaded up Hank and drove down the road…sigh.
OH! Well! He will be back, until then I’ll bark Mr. Davis and his three cow dogs down the lane and through the farm yard!
Yes I will!
Boomer
“Let’s go, Boomer!” Mom said as she walked out the back door. “Time to go see if there are any babies.”
GO! I’m always ready for GO! I trotted right behind Mom, then I gave a little jump and hit my head on Mom’s left hand! I’m here, Mom! I’m ready!
Mom stopped walking and knelt down and gave me lots of rubs and pets. I smiled so big the sun didn’t seem so bright!
“Okay, Boomie-Boo, Dad’s already got the gate down and on his four-wheeler, let’s get ours and head out.”
Mom lifted me up on back, ever since I blew my knee out, Mom won’t let me jump up on the back of the four-wheeler or the pick-up. She picks me up every time. ‘Your knee has healed, Boom-dog; it needs to stay that way’.
Off we went…first to the equipment area, then down into the bulrushes, which is by the alfalfa field —see the paths the cows are making. If one goes they all go the same way.
Then over to Coyote Hill, into all the fields, through the Rabbit Brush Jungle, over on the Rocky Point to look down into the Back Forty, then the Upper End; and onto Sage Brush field going past the pond. After which we drove the mile to home. It was a BLAST! (Since it’s been rather warm here the wind in my fur felt really nice!)
Anyway, no calves yet, but soon.
When we got home my oldest sister was there waiting for us with her pack: A Rottweiler–Rocky the Chaco Man, Houston (Houston can climb trees) she is a Mountain Cur Hound, Molly a Blue Tick Hound, Beauty a Black Lab and Etta and Shiloh, White Cloud Walker Hounds.
They are all hollering and yelling at me to go with them for a run down in the Rubidoux Canyon, I jumped up and put my paws on the truck, so Mom put me in the back with them.
Suddenly they all started screaming at me, hollering and baying and yelling…it was just toooooooooo much!
SO I JUMPED OUT!!!
Mom was highly alarmed that I hurt my knee again, but I didn’t. Which was good. I hid behind Mom and I hugged her legs. I AM NOT GOING WITH ALL THOSE LOUD DOGS, MOM! I pled with her. One or two at a time but not EVERYONE!!!
Mom reached down and petted me, “That’s okay, Boomer! You don’t have to go— sometimes too much company is just too much.”
Everyone gave me lots of pets and belly rubs.
Then Shannon got in her truck and drove off…all the dogs barking. I heard them baying as they passed the other house heading toward the canyon.
Whew I’m glad I didn’t have to go!
A very relieved,
Boomer the Beagle
“Hey, Boom! Wanta go to the mailbox with me?” Mom asked as she stopped by my dog house. I was taking in the sun, sound asleep.
You see the sun had just made its way to shine fully into my doghouse warming up the interior and me!
I was stretched clear out having a good dream.
HUH! I woke-up in a flash. “I do!” I said with big grin as I trotted off behind Mom.
The walk to the mail box takes a little time; you see we have to go ‘down the lane’ to get on the main road. Once down at the road we have to walk a little way down the road to the mail box. Mom doesn’t want me on the main road so I hang back by the culvert until she gets back from the mail box.
Down we went…I sniffed here and there all the way down…Foxy and Red passed by—Pepper walked across the road and left a few smells for me.
Back home Mom sat down on the back step and started opening the mail! “Oh! Boomie, guess what? Rory and his second grade classmates from an Elementary School in the deep-south has made a Flat Stanley at the first of this year’s school year. Rory’s Flat Stanley has gone to several states then to a blog friend, Sara.– (http://morefavoritesheep.blogspot.com/) Sara has sent Flat Stanley to us.”
“Flat Stanley!!?”
“Come on, Boomer! You and Flat Stanley are going to have a great time.”
So off we went—first Flat Stanley took a ride on the 630 John Deere tractor, then he checked out the hay yard, after that we came in and had lunch. Mom took photos so she could send them back to Rory’s second grade class.
“It’s time to say good-bye to our little friend, Boomer.” I’m putting him in the mail to go visit a cotton farm in Littlefield, Texas on the next post.
I graciously said good-bye to Flat Stanley and wished him a great trip traveling here and there and everywhere.
Good-bye, Flat Stanley Mom and I hope Rory enjoys seeing the world through your eyes!
Boomer
My oldest sister came over with my oldest nephew, Rocky Chaco Man the Rottweiler, for him and me to have some fun time together.
Shannon and Jason have lots of dogs—they are all hunting dogs, hounds and a lab! But Rocky doesn’t go hunting he guards their place. I don’t go hunting…I pretend guard the farm…so Mom and Shannon thought it would be nice if Rocky and I could have a play date on the farm.
A long (all the way around the farm—then back over the Back Forty, then to the Upper End then down by the alfalfa field) walk.
We had a great time…Rocky marked so many bushes that by the time we got to Back Forty, where the coyotes live, he was just lifting his leg for show– nothing else. I did much better, because after all I live here and I know I have to SAVE UP for the Back Forty so I can let those coyotes KNOW dogs live on the farm!!!
It must have been 300* out there, by the time we got back to the house Rock was foaming at the mouth. Black fur, no water to splash in along the way and not a cloud in sight wears a dog out.
When we got home Mom gave each of us a HUGE dish of water. Rocky slurped his down and then wanted to get in his Mom’s car and go home.
So they did. Shannon loaded Rocky up and drove away. I saw Rocky looking out the back window…he hollered at me that he had a great time and wanted to do it again!
I hollered back! “ANYTIME, Rocky! ANYTIME!”
Boomer
I want to give all of you a BIG THANK YOU for all the encouragement with my new endeavor with Sherlock Boomer! The Chapter One is now posted with good reviews. I shall continue until the very end, at which time there Should be a book.
The Adventures of Boomer will still continue on Friday, after all Boomer does tell about Farm life from his perspective. Life on a Colorado Farm seen through the eyes of a beagle, so to speak.
Maybe I’ll figure out how to make Fuzzy and Boomer’s adventures into a true story yet, many of you suggested I give it a good try. I’m open to suggestions if you want to leave me a comment or to email me. As Sallie from The Traveling Grainvilles, and others of you pointed out Fuzzy was a vital part of the farm for a very long time.
Another thing you might notice is my blog got a mini-make-over thanks to Uncle Spike. (Uncle Spike is a farmer in Turkey. You might head on over– his blog is very diverse and full of photos and cool adventures he has had over his life.)
Uncle Spike very graciously helped me get the comment section set-up so I can answer everyone’s comments right on the blog! I like the idea of answering the comments right on the blog as it gives depth to the post it would otherwise not have.
Uncle Spike then set up the header with categories —under Fuzzy and Boomer you will find the Adventures of Boomer and the Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer. Life on a Colorado Farm is all other posts except Sherlock Boomer. Sherlock Boomer will be the serial posts, which I hope will result in a book.
An Invitation is still there…I’m still thinking on it. I like the idea of inviting people to sign-up but maybe it isn’t necessary. I’m open to suggestions if you want to give them to me.
Terry and I and our neighbor have been working steady cleaning up the mess left from the logging of the trees. We must hurry as there is a storm due in here tonight (it might miss us) and we want to have as much done as possible —if it is a very wet storm. Also, the cows are coming the middle of next week, which means me MUST get done down there and get the fence put back up.
Once more THANK YOU!
Your friend,
Linda
The Cast of Characters
Boomer has taken up a new hobby…solving mysteries on the farm. His lovable canine super beagle nose leads him and his farm friends on delightful warm-hearted adventures.
Boomer is a Beagle….although, he doesn’t know he is a beagle. He doesn’t hunt rabbits or mice or chase birds. But he DOES love gathering the news. It was after the loss of his very best friend Fuzzy and falling into a long funk that he decided it was time to start living again. Since Boomer loves to gather the news, solving mysteries was the next step. (See the Fuzzy link)
Monkey Cat—lived in the house for years and years and years. If Mom or Dad made her go outside she would climb on the screen door and hang there until they let her back in. Then suddenly- the year she turned nine –she decided that she was old enough and brave enough to explore the big outdoors. Boomer started taking the little fluffy fraidy-cat with him to see the farm…Monkey Cat has decided that visiting outside is, well, FUN!
Sam-Sam Cat — the wise and oldest animal on the farm. Sammy is fifteen and the undisputed cat all around. Sammy is devoted to Mom and adores Dad. He tolerates Monkey and only goes with Boomer to keep Boomer out of trouble. Often times its Sammy who figures out what REALLY is going on.
Foxy and Red—warm-hearted Fox who live at the Upper End of the farm in a pile of old dead Cottonwood Trees. Mom doesn’t mind the fox family on the farm because there are NOT and chickens on the farm anymore. But IF Mom were to get chickens again (she thinks about it a lot) then Foxy and Red would not be welcomed anywhere near the farm yard. Boomer isn’t much of a watch dog or a guard dog. Boomer has a warm heart for everyone, except the Coyotes. So IF Mom gets chickens, Mom will need to get a guard dog for the hens. Until that time…Foxy and Red pretty much have the run of the whole farm!
Life on a Colorado Farm 