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

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

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

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

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

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

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!

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

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Blue Birds

Mom and I went out last night sorta kinda early.  Mom wanted to go before the snow came in, so out we went.

Just Mom and I.  Mom told Mindy she had to stay inside.

We saw a raccoon. That was all.

Then when we started to come back in it started snowing.

Mom built up the fire then we headed to our beds.

It’s still snowing today.

Mom says Spring is still coming because she saw TWO (2) different flocks of Rocky Mountain Bluebirds in the last three days—

first the Red-Winged Blackbirds and now the Rocky Mountain Bluebirds…YAY!

Mom danced a jig.  I just twirled around her while she danced…jigs are too hard on old dogs.  Just say’n. (Mom also told me that THIS YEAR she wants to get a photo of the Bluebirds…I hope she does.)

“And still the earth is cold and white,

And mead and forest yet are bare;

But there’s something in the light

That says the germ of life is there.”—Jane Goodwin Austin

Spring is coming Soon!

Boomer

 

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

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

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

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