Tag Archives: Birds

Racing Clouds and Whipping Wind—Monday, February 11, 2019

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It acted like it wanted to snow last night late, well, actually early this morning

But nothing is really sticking although the snow is coming in sideways and the wind is sharp

But yesterday was beautiful…warm and lovely and just delightful

So I hung out at the feeders

Trying to get a good photo of the Red-winged blackbirds in flight

They are actually rather hard to get a good photo of…

So I tried to get some photos of the other birds

(They wanted in the blog also 🙂  )

And then, of course, I had to get some of these magnificent birds

Then as the sun was setting

and the sky turned colors I got the Sandhill Cranes as they were circling to come in for the night!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

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

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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

 

Life Moves Forward Relentlessly—Tuesday, January 29, 2019

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The month is January…still.

I look at the calendar daily waiting for the moment when we turn into February.

Each day is winter, long and drawn out and cold, but filled with routines that mush us through each dark and dreary day

But if it is long for me…then it is longer for the wildlife.  The coyotes are brazen and bad, coming right into the yard, searching for food…not good.

They need to search someplace else.

The rancher said he will be coming any day now to gather up his Momma cows and take them to his ranch home…he wants to have them closer to monitor the births.

He is wise.  With the coyotes so active there is nothing so vulnerable as a cow in labor.

Inside the very worst of winter, there are still things to find of great joy and beauty…so outside I go—

Each day there is something so wonderful that I need to record it with my camera

The bliss of each day is just right there, waiting for me to stumble into it

So, yes, life moves forward

But as each day passes

I realize that being outside stabilizes my need to by-pass winter

Into true happiness for the healing magic of the day/night captured on camera

Nothing mediocre/drab/or unexciting exists if I just open my eyes.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Shimmering in Winter’s Frozen Light—-Thursday, January 24, 2019

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I have been hanging out at the bird feeders lately

Trying to get some good photos of birds in flight…

I love how their wings leave a soft sigh in the air, or swoosh as they takeoff

I have to be careful as this little fur ball loves to come with me…and that is never a good thing.  The birds leave the area in a wind churning frenzy.

This little bird was way up high, listening to the silence of the sky

Last evening, as the sky started to purple and fade a female Great Horned Owl and her mate stopped by

They were delightful to listen too and then to watch leave…silently lifting up from the branches; floating away like a breath of wind

During the day the air is alive with the shimmering sounds of the Sand Hill Cranes

Their thrilling call is beautiful.

They spend the night on the farm also, but are so silent one doesn’t know they are here.

The Canada Geese do not seem to like to be where the cranes are.  Rather sad, I tell them all the time they are welcome.

Still, they fly on their calls adding to the trills of the cranes on the ground.

What lovely creatures add to our long winter days!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

The Crunch of Snow and the Slush of Melt —- Wednesday, January 9, 2019

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(This is an old photo from the last melt two weeks ago, but I loved the colors)

It’s melting here…great swaths of earth now call MUD forming here there and everywhere

It is the season of MUD!

But I am thinking it won’t last.  This, after all, it is January.

There are several more weeks to go until March

But for a short spell, I will enjoy this small melt

Wipe up the mud and water as we come into the house

And continue to count the days until the new season of farming starts.

(These photos of snow and birds were taken three days ago…we are melting fast)

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Spirit is All —- Monday, January 7, 2019

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For I believe everything….and I do mean everything has a life and a soul and a purpose here on earth

And each and everything has a relationship with us…

Even if we can’t see, feel, or understand the relationship.

So often the human population walks around completely deaf and blind to the complete world surrounding us.

But once we understand that our lives are more

And made up of greater or additional things besides brick and mortar, food and the eating of food, or drink and the entertainment of such

We start to understand that we are all connected to each and every living thing through the essence of ‘ourselves.’

Everything on this earth (and maybe our Universe) are right there at the edges of our dreams

Living complete and mysterious lives so beautiful and wonderful it boggles the mind.

BUT

Once you see and acknowledge the magic of our earth something inside you changes

And you start to receive little gifts…little insights

And promises of a return to that time of innocence

Called youth.

Very humbly from my heart to your world,

Linda

Our Earth is Very Old—-Monday, December 17, 2018

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Our earth is very old, but to me, it doesn’t seem so.  There are so many, many things of wonder I stand in awe every day.

For one thing…the Red-Winged Blackbirds didn’t leave this year.  Why I don’t know. But their joyful songs make every day of winter a miracle unfolding.

Even the wind touching on the land, in the bare trees, and blowing cold upon our faces is a remembrance of how old and marvelous this ancient earth really is

The feel of the wind is a reminder of all the places the wind has been…all we have to do is listen

And within the wind, if you stop and ‘feel’ (don’t concentrate.)

You can hear the Angels breathing

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

Wings in the Air — Thursday, November 29, 2018

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The sky is full of sounds

And color — storms play around us

There fun little birds flowing between here and there

The shadows cast by their little feathery bodies is more than a delight to me

The rain and the

snow shimmer here and there (we only got snow one day here and it was gone by noon)

And sometimes…there are other wings beating the air!

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

Dazzle—Tuesday, November 20, 2018

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One of new [of many] passions is trying to get photos of birds

I am sunstruck with these amazing creatures with wings

I love how they sail over our heads often times silently where we never ever see them because we never look up

There they are in the air rushing in different directions

Into the void called wonder!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

My 12th Birthday Party A Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter Four

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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!