Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Seven, Friday, August 7, 2020

Chapter Seven

This time MOM KNOWS!!!

The little bird…the one trapped in Dad’s pick-up grill, the one Mom saved and kept calm and gave it food and water and helped it hide…

THAT ONE!

Flew away this morning, while Mom was freshening up the water and cleaning the food tray!

YAY!  Mom and I LAUGHED OUT LOUD!  Then Mom told the little bird good-bye; “Come see us again.  We are so glad you got well.”

This time MOM KNOWS!

And Mindy Kit-Kat Brown

Doesn’t!

Which is a very good thing…cats and fluttering birds NEVER mix!

Hee Hee, snort, chuckle

The Adventures of Mindy on Friday— Strange Prowling on the Farm, Friday, March 27, 2020

Boomer and I heard something…scary, sorta kinda.

So, we went out searching and looking.

Boomer told me to not go out at night,

that we should just sniff around here and

get the ‘lay-of-the-land’.

The smells will tell us everything.

So, we did—

Ah, yes…

the furry bandits of the farm…

trash can knocker-overs

and garbage eaters

O!

O! O! O!

Freddy Fox…RUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! HIDE!!!!

Oh, I don’t have to…that is just the SMELL of Freddy Fox.

ERK! GAG! HACK!

Oreo!

Oreo has been here there and everywhere.

Although Boomer says we MUST be nice to Oreo,

he has saved us from COYOTES more than once.

I think Boomer is right…

the smells tell us all.

Sleeping inside at night is the VERY best way of living a long and full-filled life.

Mindy Kit-Kat Brown

Mindy and Boomer Have an Adventure Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Okay.  We ran for a short spell.

Then Mindy decided to go this way and that way

and up and down

and we hadn’t really made it out of the farmyard.

“WHOA!” I bayed. “That’s enough running here and there and every which way and going NOWHERE!”

Mindy skidded to a stop and skittered ran back to me. “Why we stopping, Boomer? We are having lots of fun…there is so much to see and do?”

“Slow down, Mindy.  Let me get a feel of things.  I need to know if it’s safe to go out and about on the farm.”

“On the farm?!?!?!” Mindy gave me a very puzzled look.  I don’t really go out ON the farm, Boomer.  Mom won’t let me and I really don’t want to run into some of the furry creatures, and feathered hunters who live On the farm.  I just want to skitter and run and check things out AROUND the farmyard.”

“Oh!” I replied. “Okay, that works for me, but still, before we do anything, I HAVE to

check out the air,

the ground

and the all the sheds and buildings so I KNOW just what we are getting into.

I like adventures but at my very elderly age I need to pick my adventures carefully.”

With that I started checking out the air, the ground, around the buildings and the sheds,

with Mindy tagging along.

 

 

The Pulsing Ebb and Flow of Light Filled Wonder—Tuesday, October 17, 2017

This world is a wonder…really!  Every single day —  trapped in ordinariness–the little sparks of joy are softly veiled waiting for us to see them

Like the fluttering of a leaf on the wind

Or a ride in a stormy night

Our days move minute by minute, in a deep humming, like webs of music — and our beating hearts

If we just take the time to look, feel and listen —there in the silence, which really isn’t silent

Wonder is there— in the sparkle of the lasting stars, at the moon’s edge, in the black silver night

 

The glimpses of beauty are there.

From my world to your heart,

Linda