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The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Birds and Other Things Friday, September 20, 2019

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Mom and I have taken to long walks.  Well, longer than normal.

We have to be careful because Mindy cat wants to walk with us and Mom doesn’t want Mindy to get side-tracked; stay out on the farm, and become COYOTE FOOD!

So, Mom puts Mindy in the house then we go out!

And about.

Looking for BIRDS!

(And other things.)

Sometimes Mom,

Mindy, and I go out at night.

That’s when Mom likes to take photos of the Moon…in every stage of the Moon’s growth.

Sometimes Mom will even get a photo of a wild creature…

like the Raccoons, who live in the hollow of the Willow tree and like to eat Mom’s tomatoes!

Although Mom personally has never gotten a photo of the Raccoons, she did put up a game camera so the game camera could get a photo of the raccoons.

(Photo from Mom’s archives)

The wild geese are plentiful now.  Three large skeins have flown over our heads, even while I write to you.

Soon the Sandhill Cranes will be here.  Mom says the big birds are back early…she thinks we will have an early winter.

But until then, there is still stuff to do in warm Autumn days!

Boomer Beaglie Brown (a.k.a. Sherlock)

 

 

Vigil at the Edge of the World —- Monday, July 22, 2019

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I, like you, believe our Ancestors and beloved friends are close.

Waiting for us to join them.

Death is not an easy thing

Hard on the one who is passing and hard on those left behind.

Yet, I think the thread, which binds us, is a form of magic

A place without pain, a place beyond tears, not like our place of everyday living

I feel so blessed to have had that tiny

fragment from the shadows

An amazing gift from my Dad.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Ruffles in the Air — Wednesday, June 26, 2019

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This Red-winged Blackbird was in such a hurry to get away from me I got to see each and every feather as he jolted into the sky

In fresh pale air, I saw little dangling feet

I love to hear this little quail calling, calling —a Gambel’s Quail

Their voices like ruffled water

The flight so effortless to birds, so fascinating to me

When watering our lawn the birds come in flocks to thin out the worm population

A tiny little Killdeer lingering as I walk by

Summer bounty in birds

And of course more feet…and wings

The flash of feathers

Among the soughing Red-stemmed grass, in the beautiful small beating heart, of the feathered and winged world.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

In the Late Spring Days —- Tuesday, June 18, 2019

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The pastures are looking lovely

All rich and green. The whirring insects, large and small hover in and around each blade of grass

The roses are still bright and cheerful, spilling heavily all along the building and even  rambling onto the rooftop

June has been lovely this year.

The first of the mean-spirited biting flies (horse and deer) have arrived adding their buzzing drone to the air

Gradually I’m developing immunity to their vampire bites so I can be out longer and longer without itching to death.

Not long now until the first day of Summer.  The longest day.

A day of joyful celebrations!  The peak of the Sun’s long reach, before the lingering light starts turning to dusk.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

P.S. Are you getting tired of birds taking off?  I get a kick out of taking their photo while they fly up, up to get away from me.  But I could try something else…possibly.

 

I Determined I would Vanish the Ads —- Sunday, June 16, 2019

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After studying all your wonderful answers to my question about ads on my blog

And really thinking about one statement: “It’s not your blog, it’s your reader’s computer. Things such as settings, web browser, unintentionally added adware, cookies from commercial websites they visit (the worst for inserting ads), etc. Everybody’s visit to your blog will be different”.

Then I took a strong look into my very ‘fixed’ income.

I decided to make the ads a distant memory

So if you still see ads on my blog, please let me know.  I purchased the expensive site that says there should not be any ads.

Thank you once more for helping me understand what you see when you read my blog.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

In the Warmth and Glow of a Late Spring Day —Thursday, June 6, 2019

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The quiet beauty of a farm  is not the glamor and glitz of a town, city, metropolis

Still, there is a bright glitter in the green growth of weeds and the

Quick flutters of wings and feathers.

To be able to actually see the enchantment

A human must be like a creeping shadow

Instead of blending into the raucous noise of a cities roar

Care must be taken to experience the unusual, instead of flinging oneself into the

Shimmering excitement of towns

The gold is lifted to our eyes on gentle breezes

As the shadows fall sharp upon the furrowed land.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

One of the Links Between Heaven and Earth —- Tuesday, May 28, 2019

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I think birds are one of those magical creatures (akin to Fairies, elves, and gnomes)

Who are gifts to us from the Heavens

Since they have wings, they must be the messengers of the Angels

Sorta like email or text messages are to us today

It’s up to us to really read and understand what is being said, by what is felt in our hearts.

While out and about yesterday, Boomer and I came across a little Killdeer having a dust bath. 

What sort of message was I receiving?

Walk carefully on the face of the earth, and be a friend to all…an eternal message always.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— On a Walk with Mom

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Mom picked up Mindy and headed into the house with her.  “Stay inside, Min-Min.  Beaglie and I are going for a walk and you really can’t come this time. I promise you we will all go for a walk later on today…you, me, dad and Boomer.”

Dad headed up to do something or other at the pasture in the Upper End

The storm clouds were finally moving away from the farm

Mom and I headed off…Mom with her camera and me with my very clever Beagle nose.

I scared up a pheasant for Mom

Not once but twice!  Mom gave me lots of pats for that, “Pheasants are really hard to get a photo of, Thank you, Boomer!”

Over at the equipment area, Mom and I saw a Chipmunk

He or she was eating something

Then he or she, or she or he saw us and scampered off

We walked on, over the hill, on to the fire road hill, then down the trail on the COYOTE HILL…I hate that hill!

But Mom doesn’t know that’s COYOTE HILL, only animals know that—people don’t seem to know much about animals and hangouts.

There we saw another (or the same) pheasant.  Mom was delighted!

We walked a long time, then headed over to the Look Out Hill and Mom saw a squirrel

When Mom and I walked back to the equipment area we saw a Quail where the chipmunk had been

Then we headed home

On the way we met Dad he was coming back from making ditches…geez, we must have been gone a long time.

Later that afternoon I helped Mom and Dad gather up fence posts for her gardens. (Mom puts up fences to keep the chickens out of her garden beds.)

 

Life is good!

All Mom has to do is call my name and I’m ready to go!

Boomer

 

 

 

 

Look What We Found—-Wednesday, March 6, 2019

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In working on one of the old buildings here on the farm,

We found an old steam iron.  It must have been put out there to prop up a door or even to store, but over time it fell into the dirt and was buried.

How cool this is.  And what an amazing thing to iron with!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Waiting on Spring….Leave Winter Leave!

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Mom and I are very tired of winter…Very.

I want to go out and about checking on my friends out on the farm.  Although, Mom keeps telling me ‘no more running around and staying gone, Boomer’.

I don’t get why she tells me that I know where I am and what I’m doing.

So…

Mom and I wander around where the mud is starting to dry out, which isn’t very far. And Mom takes photos…mostly of birds.

Not much going on.  Pretty much housebound.

Sigh!
Boomer