The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Three

Early the next morning Houston arrived!  I always like it when Houston is here.  Houston and I are the bestest of best friends.  She used to live here, but she doesn’t anymore.  Now she lives in Alamosa, Colorado, and comes to visit us at least twice a month.

The second Houston gets a chance she heads over to my part of the farm to see me and Mom.  Mom always has a treat ready for her.  Then Houston heads back to her part of the farm.  Sometimes I go with her and sometimes I don’t.

Anywho…Houston arrived– mom gave us treats — we decided to head back to the other side of the farm to see Etta and Rocky. It was on the way back to the other side of the farm we ran into Rusty!

Rusty is ONE of the foxes who make their den on the farm. Rusty was high tailing it as fast as he could away from Etta and Rocky’s yard.

“WHOA!  STOP!”  I bayed.  “What were you doing down at Etta’s and Rocky’s yard!”  I hollered.

“NOTHING! NOTHING AT ALL!”  Rusty yelled back at us, as he kept running.

Houston took off…dashing madly after Rusty!

“What were you doing at the farm?”  Houston growled at Rusty as she pounced on Rusty’s tail causing him to slam to a stop!

“Ah, er, um….nothing.”  Rusty yipped his sharp cunning eyes darting this way and that.

“Nothing?!” I pondered…”Like as in nothing—just making sure the chickens were in their proper place in the yard!”  I took a step closer to Rusty.

“Well,” a rush of water suddenly flowed out of Rusty’s mouth, SLURP, his big red tongue came out and slicked up all the slobbers, as a cunning smile played on his face.  “I was just wondering, slurp, drool, if maybe…just maybe a poor young chicken has wandered away from the chicken yard…you know, sorta SLURP, lost its way and I could—well—you see—help it find its way, so to speak.”

Houston let go of Rusty’s tail; growled, a low menacing sound low in her throat.

I took two steps closer and slunk down in the crouch Fuzzy showed me when going after wayward cows.  (If it works for cows, I reasoned, it should work for a fox!)

Rusty whipped around to face us. “Hey, now…slow down…I was, er, slurp…HUNGRY!  OKAY! I am HUNGRY! It’s been forever since I ate…”

Houston took two steps closer.

“I mean…look…six pheasant eggs, a Mallard duck, and twenty mice just don’t fill up a fox.  We need LOTS and LOTS and LOTS of protein.”  Rusty was slowly, ever so slowly backing up…two steps back, stop, two more steps back.

Gradually Houston and I got Rusty the Fox, to the old Apricot tree when he broke and ran.

“Whew! That was hard work!” exclaimed Houston… “For a second or two there I almost felt sorry for that fox, but the look in his eye told me he was a con-fox if there ever was one!”

Houston and I turned as one and trotted back to the farm house where Rocky and Etta live, chuckling at this great adventure we just had.  Catching a fox is a big deal…threating him to run away even bigger!

The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter One

Well, here we are again.  Mom and Dad and I are way over by the equipment area checking out something or other.  I don’t know what they are checking out, but I’m checking out all the leftovers from the cows and calves.

I was snuffing here and there and everywhere, when walking up on the ditch bank; I …..Smelled SMOKE!

I hoped over the ditch bank and ran a short distance into the stubble of last year’s field and gave a big sniff.  First I sniffed in the west that is where fires usually come in the spring.  The neighbor down the way has a BIG habit of burning off his fields.  Sometimes he leaves his fires and goes away…one year he did that and his fire ran up his pasture then onto the hills of our farm then onto the farmed part of our farm! It was a bad deal.

Nope.  Nothing coming from that direction.  Then I sniffed in the North…one time we had another neighbor burn off his land and leave and well…you know the rest of that Story….Nope.  Everything okay from that part of the farm.

Then I turned east!

WOOF!  BAAY!!! HOLLER!!! MOM! DAD!  FIRE!!! THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE!!!

I screamed as loud as I could.  Right about that moment Mom and Dad saw the smoke and flames also.

“What’s happening?!?”  Mom asked Dad.

Dad just shook his head and muttered something.

“Terry, it looks like the whole cornfield right next to the house is on fire” Mom exclaimed.

“It is.” Dad replied. “I just don’t get this need to burn off fields, supposedly the burn puts a little nitrogen back into the land, but I’ll bet it’s mighty little.”

With that Mom and Dad got back to work.  As for me…since they weren’t concerned I just went back to searching out goodies.

“Boomer!”  Mom called.  “Let’s go.”  I hurried back to Mom where she picked me up and plunked me down on the back of the four-wheeler.

“Whew, Boom! At your age you can’t eat like you have been doing.  I think you’ve put on four pounds!  I’ll be glad when the cows and calves leave and Dad gets everything worked back in the soil.  You are now officially on a diet!”

“Shish, Mom!  I’ve been on a diet for two weeks already.  You’ve got me so hungry I HAVE to go find food wherever I can find it.”  I looked up at her and gave her my sweetest, kindest grin and several little tiny thumps of my tail.

“Oh, you cute, dog!”  Mom petted me; gave me a big kiss on the nose.  “We go through this every year…the cows come, you gain weight, I put you on a diet, the cows leave and you get back to normal weight again.  What a routine we have, you and I.”   With that she was on the four-wheeler and we were heading home.

Right after lunch Mom came in from outside….I was resting on my dog bed and Dad was looking through the mail—-Mom was cleaning up after lunch and had taken some trash to the trash barrel….  “Mr. Davis and his girls are here, Terry, and they are getting ready to sort the cows and take away the ones who have not had their calves yet.”

Dad got up and headed out the door.  I made a huge dash right out behind Dad because the COW DOGS WERE HERE!!!

The cow dogs and I always, I MEAN ALWAYS, have a great time barking at each other.

While Dad talked to Mr. Davis, and after I got yelled at to stop barking—“THAT”S ENOUGH, BOOMER” by Dad.  I made the rounds of the pick-up and the stock trailer lifting my leg and giving everything an excellent squirt or two.  Hee hee.

By the time I was done, Mom was outside.  Mr. Davis, his two daughters and ALL THE COW DOGS got out of the pickup, walked to the back and unloaded all three horses waiting patiently in the trailer.  I thought about barking again, but Mom was there and she just patted her leg and told me to come sit by her.

So I did.

Those cow dogs didn’t even give me a wink of their time….as soon as everyone was up in the saddle they were gone.

Phooey!

Then Mr. Davis’ wife turned the pickup and trailer around and she was gone.  Mrs. Davis will wait at the ‘leave the field for the road’ gate and follow everyone home.

A short while later Mr. Davis and his daughters had the all the cows down by the ‘leave the field for the road’ gate and were shooing the momma cows and calves into a little group. This group of cows will leave the farm the next day or so.  You see the cows with the calves go to a different pasture than the ones going to a maternity pasture.  Also each little calf needs to be strong enough to walk the distance to their new home.  So today…just the soon-to-be- momma’s left our farm.

Mom and I watched them go.

I didn’t bark once.  Although, I did watch those cow dogs carefully.

I mean, you never know if one of them might come back to my side of the field and bark at me.

Boomer

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—-Friday Update

We had a winter storm come in on Tuesday.  What a long boring day that was….the cats and I slept most the day.

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Then Wednesday we had SUNSHINE!

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Beautiful SUNSHINE!

And Thursday!

And TODAY!

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Early morning the birds still look like its cold.

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The storm blew in a pair of Robin’s!  Mom was ecstatic!  I didn’t get it, they were just Robins.  But Mom was happy so I was too!

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I got in huge trouble because I brought in a fresh afterbirth.  I had just brought it onto the lawn when Mom saw me.  Grabbed the really yummy thing and hauled it to the burn barrel.

Bummer!

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Mom, Dad, and I do a daily calf run.  I Love Going on the Four-Wheeler! I just love it!  I’m safe up there, from those old mean momma cows, and I can see and sniff to my heart’s content, without having to walk!

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Mom and Dad are still cutting and hauling and stacking wood.  Three loads a day.  Although, they don’t go if the weather is snowing.

Just a minute…..

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Scratch, scratch…I’ve got an itch!!!

OH!

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MAILMAN!!!

GOTTA RUN!
BOOMER

 

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—-MOM! HELP!!!

momHi, Dad!  What are we going to do today?

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Mom?!  Do You have a plan to do something?

Are we going to get to do ANYTHING?!?!?

OH!

We are going to work on the fences!  YAY!

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Off we go!

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Dad is making an old part of the farm into a new farmed field; down the fences must go.

“STAY!” Mom said as she got off to help Dad.  “I don’t want you rolling in anything, eating anything, or being chased by some mad Momma.”

So I stayed.

And I stayed.

The fencing stuff piled up, poles and wire…I sat there patiently.

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Then …. Mom.  Mom, there is a cow coming to sniff me.  MOM!

MOM!!

YIKES!!!!

I jumped off and ran to Mom…a wet cow nose on my dog fur is  SCARY!

You know what?!?!?  Mom just laughed and picked me up and put me back on the four-wheeler.

“You are okay, Boomie!”  She has moved.”

Mom said this while chuckling all the time.

But, geez, those creatures are HUGE!  And they do things, like try to stomp me…

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Mom petted me and got on the four-wheeler and we were off.

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Whew, it’s good to be back home!

Boomer

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—-It Started Out as a Good Day

The whole day started out just wonderful!

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I barked the mail lady down the road, gave her the good ‘ol what for, and barked her all the way back out of the yard!

Felt wonderful!

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The sun was shining; Mom and I went for a walk!

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We saw a helicopter, flying low enough Mom took a photo of it!

I barked happily at it!

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The snow is leaving EVERYWHERE!  Only place left now is the canal, and it is melting!

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Min-Min Lou and I

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played hide and seek

out

in one of the irrigation culverts!

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Then I trotted off and left Min-Min and Mom.  I needed to gather lots of news from around the place.

While out there I found a really nasty, stinky, spot and gave myself a GREAT BIG RUB and ROLL in the nasty, stinky, stuff!

I was so very happy to get back to Mom and Min-Min so they could smell this lovely odor with me!

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Mom. Was. Not. Happy!

She marched us right home and gave me a bath, with hydrogen peroxide, warm soapy water, and lots of clean rinse water.

Sigh!

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Mom is such a spoiled sport when it comes to really cool nasty smelling stuff.

Boomer

The Routine of My Life is Part of My Daily Contentment—-Sunday, January 29, 2017

woodAlthough the winter hours are snail-like in progress moving ever so slowly toward the uplifting time of Spring.

weedMy days are still full of wonder and joy.  From the tiny shadows of the dried out, but still standing weeds,

geeseTo a lone Canadian goose

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feather laying in wait for me to find it.

field-and-san-juansAnd always, always that wonder of the sun shining on the mountains;  (This mountain range is the San Juan Mountain range) surrounding our farm.

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And those oldest of sundials— shadows—horizontal, vertical, then horizontal again, in the shifting light.

black-canyonAs the light begins to die, burning color upon the land, fading moment by moment into ashes of gray. My heart lifts in song.

straight-aheadI hope I am always here.  Living out my last days… right here, on this little farm.

For you see….I truly love my life.

From my world to your heart.

Linda

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—-So Mom Says to Me

my-boomie-my-booSo Mom says to me—“Guess what, Boomie-Boo?  The sun is shining and it is kinda warm outside….lets go for a four-wheeler ride!

With that Mom, Dad, and myself ran out the back door, hopped onto the four-wheelers.  (Well, I didn’t hop, Mom won’t let me because of my very weak knee).  We took off for the Upper End, the Back Forty, No Man’s Land, even ran up on the Rocky Point where we saw a coyote heading down from Coyote Hill and racing through No Man’s Land onto the our neighbor’s pasture and through all the grazing cows.

The cows stopped and watch the coyote, took up the “you come to near and I will charge you” stance…but the coyote ran on.  Dad said we must have scared the ‘daylights’ out of the coyote for it to take off like it did.

Mom and I watched and watched until the coyote turn around a hill and was gone.

Shadow-Boomer

Then Dad went down and check out a one of the fence lines while Mom and I rode on top of the hill checking another fence line.

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Then we all met up where Romeo hangs out, talked to him for a spell and headed back home.

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It was a great time riding in the sunshine!

Boomer

 

 

 

The Glancing Touch of a Feathered Wing—-Tuesday, January 3, 2017

walk-2For some reason sleep seems to elude me.

Night can be so long. Sigh.

Sometimes I fancy I can feel the touch, of that feathered wing, of the  Dark Angel flitting around searching for those ‘whose time has come.’

When that happens I get up and read or Boomer and I take a midnight walk.

Sometimes I think it would be nice to be a little child again…you know that time when you would feel all fretful and fussy inside, unable to relax.  Then along would come Momma–holding our little child’s body against the warmth of her body.  My Momma would hum as she held me; until rest came.

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Terry and I have decided we need to move more…get outside…Do Something.

At different points in the day I put put on my large, large coat…it’s so big it swallows me whole, but I like it for hauling wood–it allows me to move around easily.  I, also, don’t care it it gets torn.

walk-4Terry, Boomer and I take a walk.

We walk to different parts of the farm, make mental lists of the things we want to get done “come Spring” and then head back home.  Feeling  refreshed and glad of the momentum in the fresh air.

down-the-lane-157Then maybe…..just maybe…my mind will GO TO SLEEP at night!!!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

When Out on the Farm—Thursday, November 17, 2016

‘Twas the night before Yesterday, when out in the farm
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A tiny young deer came looking, looking
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She was walking so softly, so softly with care,
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Her Momma had said be gone —not  here;
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Being lonely, so lonely she came searching, searching wanting to be fed;
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When out next to the trash can there arose such a clatter,
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Boomer sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
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Away, away out the back door he flew
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Scaring a raccoon so lively and quick.
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And then, in a twinkling, the tiny young hooves
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Following the raccoon with hooves that go click!

Love,

Linda

P.S.  We think the Momma deer has told this young doe it’s time to leave.  She is very determined to hang around our farm house and in the farm yard (there go all my flowers, but oh, well).  Terry thinks come spring she will move back up to the Upper End or over by the equipment.  Until then she is determined to hang around here.  Really not very afraid of Boomer.  She is afraid of the lights suddenly turning on.

P. P. S.S.  A pretty bad poem. Chuckle!

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Mom Says—-Friday, October 28, 2016

boom-and-iMom says she will be back with Sherlock Boomer Next week, Mom says she is way behind.

cement-ditchMom is really behind.

We had to go clean up all the syphon tubes and get the farm put to bed so the combine can get to the ends of the fields.

ditch-2There are lots of ditches

doneAnd lots of syphon tubes, and dams and ditch cleaners to be picked up.

cleanedIt took mom and I two full days, but we made it!

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So now the combine can make it through without any problems!

Mom says she will be back on track with the story soon!

Boomer