The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Mom and I Out on the Farm

Mom and I went out on the farm to see what we could see:

(From Pinterest)

First off, we saw lots of tracks—Bird feet

Shadows of grasses

Shadows of the weeds

Shadows of corn

Some birds, but they were flying,

not walking

We have lots and lots of Quail…masses of them, like a bazillion or so.  (It’s really fun to run up to them and make them scatter; some fly, some run, some hide. Ever so much fun!)

We saw TWO snake skins.

One was SUPER big.  Mom said she was glad she didn’t see the snake, the skin was bad enough.

We saw Stanley

Fox feet tracks,

I wonder if it was Kit?

Raccoons, they are here, there, and everywhere

Mom saw a busy bug

in the flower weeds

I sniffed here there and everywhere

Mom and I had lots and lots and lots of fun!

Boomer Beaglie Brown (BAY, HOWL, HAWOOOOOO)

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Here’s What’s Happening on the Farm

First off and foremost Dad has stopped the water on the pinto beans!  That means summer is officially over!

You see in a week or two or three depending on the weather Dad will be harvesting the pinto beans.  That means lots of work.  First, the pinto beans are deprived of water.  That is so the bean plants will get the signal it’s time to dry up.

Secondly, it also lets the ground dry up so Dad can go into the field with the pinto bean puller and pull all the plants out the ground and let them dry until the leaves fall off the stems.

Once the leaves fall off the stems then Dad knows it is time to get out the PINTO BEAN COMBINE!!!

And the big orange truck.

Up and down the rows Dad will go filling the combine hopper with this year’s pinto beans.  Once the hopper is full he will dump the hopper into the big orange truck.  He will do that until the big orange truck is full.

Then he will drive to the Beanery.  Mom and I come in the pick up because the big orange truck usually has to stay at the Beanery until it is its turn to be unloaded.  Sometimes that is way into the night.  Dad doesn’t like to sit there and wait until it’s time.

If Dad gets to dump early then Mom and I come on back home.

This goes on and on until the whole field is harvested.

Summer is over.  “Sorta on the sad side”, Mom says.  Heck, I don’t care.  I like each and every day.

And my most favorite day of all…. WHEN a Delivery Truck drives down the long, long lane into the farmyard!

WHOO HOO!  BAY! HALLER! BARK! HOWL!

Boomer!