All Fun and Games Another Boomer Sherlock Adventure Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

 

Well, as you must know, we made it home.  Ruth flapped Ethie down, sitting her on the lawn close to the clothesline, and flew back up into the air.

I was still heading in…Ruth picked up Ethie some ways out so I still had a spell to trot.

I was getting closer to the house though.

Ruth sailed over my head and hooted down to me what she did. I sat down in the soft dirt of the farm road lifted my right paw in salute, then she was gone.

After some more walking, trotting and running, I made it into the farmyard, headed to my lawn and the clothesline area and collapsed by Ethie.

Boy, was mom surprised when she saw a HEN in her yard.  It’s been years since Mom has had chickens.  Years.

Mom took one look at Ethie. Then a look at me.

“Well, Boomer,” she mused.  “I see you have a friend.  We do we do now?  There is no chicken yard, there is no chicken house, there is no chicken food.”

About the time she finished her sentence Ethie walked over to Mom.  Mom reached down and picked up that very scrawny, starting to lose feathers, hen.

As soon as Ethie was in mom’s arms, Ethie put her little head on mom’s shoulder and gave a huge sigh.

That’s all it took.

Off Mom went to the old chicken house.

“Do you think you would like to live here, little hen if I clean it all out and fix you a nice spot to sleep?”

Ethie looked close at what Mom was talking about.  Then, with a little chicken purr wiggled to get down.

Mom put her down.

“Well, Boomer.  I guess it’s settled.  Let’s get busy.”

With that Mom started taking things out the chicken house, moving them here and there.

After a good sweeping, wash and scrub, Mom was off to the haystack yard with her wheelbarrow.

Then back she came scattering thick good smelling hay all over in the hen house, put the old nesting box back in, and decided she didn’t like it.

“This is way too big for one little hen.” She announced.

Then back she went looking over her supplies of ‘stuff’, came back to the hen house, put two old apple boxes on the floor in the middle of the rather large chicken house floor, then placed the dog crate (useless, because I don’t need it at all!) on the two apple boxes; filled the dog crate with wood shavings she had run to town to get.

She got out two of my old dog dishes, filled one with chicken food, which she picked up while in town, and the other one with water.

By this time it was going on evening, but still too light for bed.

“It’s time to go change water, Boomer. You enjoy yourself little hen.  We will be back shortly.”  With that statement Mom, Dad and I were off to do our last chore of the evening.

(By the way…. riding on the back of the four-wheeler, hanging out on the ditch bank watching Mom and Dad set siphon tubes is MUCH easier than trying to get a hen to safety!  Just say’n.)

When we drove back into the yard the sky had started to turn colors…the night was coming on.

Mom sat me down off the four-wheeler and we took off looking for Ethie.

Mom looked in the flower garden, in the veggie patch, on the lawn by the clothesline, finally, she decided that the hen was gone.

“Well, no hen, Boomer.  I guess she has hidden away.  Let’s go shut the door to the hen house and see if that little bird shows up in the morning.”

Mom and I walked out to the hen house, got to the open door when Mom looked inside and saw

ETHIE!!!

All settled in for the night!

 

Advertisements

All Fun and Games A Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

 

Ethie and I plodded on all the long hot day after a night of extreme terror.

We rested for a spell at the beginning of the night.  But I wanted to get home.  We were in dangerous territory.

Ethie argued with me and refused to budge.  About that time the leader of a coyote pack walked up the road heading toward us.  I quickly shoved a sputtering, clucking, hen into the high grass along the canal and SAT on her!  I mean…what is a dog to do when a chicken just WON’T SHUT UP!

I didn’t sit hard, but I did sit long.  I couldn’t risk that silly hen flapping herself into the canal or her squawking drawing attention to us.

After the whole pack of six trotted by I waited a little longer, then got off the hen gave her a push up the bank with my nose and we were off again.

This time Ethie listened to me and hopped and ran alongside without me having to prod her along.

We had just reached the little bridge where Dad’s water from the headgate enters into the little corn field. Ethie and I had stopped for a rest both of us getting a drink of water.

Suddenly lots of chittering and chatter and racket were heard coming out the cornfield…Raccoons!  And the whole family of them. Ethie and I took one look at each other and took off fast!

Nothing tastes better to raccoons than CHICKEN!

This time we ran and ran and ran until we made it to the old cottonwood tree!  At the bottom of the old cottonwood tree is a little hollow.  We were so tired neither one of us could take another step.

I pushed Ethie into the hollow gave her a little time to fluff herself up and settle in way close to the tree and the tree’s roots.  Then I laid down and front of her ………………………….zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Morning arrived and with it was STANLEY!  Oh, yes! STANLEY the squirrel.   It was so good to see STANLEY!  Just seeing Stanley meant we were getting close to the farm.

Well, closer.  Stanley and Stewart had moved themselves up to the old cottonwood tree some time back.  I missed them in the farmyard, but it wasn’t too much time to trot up the farm road.  Well, way up the farm…way, way up the farm road and visit them.

I would do that ever so often.  I rather like Stanley and Stewart.

Anyway, Stanley woke Ethie and I. then Stanley talked a mile a minute about everything going on in his squirrel world.

I told him what we were doing, introduced him to Ethie, then he was off. He said he had lots of work to do to get ready for winter.  Winter was coming you know…he yelled over his shoulder as he took off down the farm road.

The day wore on.

My it was hot!

I put Ethie in front of me giving her a little push now and again. Down the long hot farm road, we went.

Gradually we made it to one of Dad’s farm equipment areas.  By this time the sun was starting to set.

We were close, but still not close enough.

Then suddenly and without any warning, Ruth silently glided down out the sky and grabbed Ethie around her very skinny but feathery body and lifted Ethie up into the sky.

Ethie took one look at the ground, then one look at the claws around her middle and fainted.

I saw Ethie’s neck go limp, her neck all stretched out looking like a very dead chicken.

That is for sure.

“HEY, DOG!  SEE YOU IN THE FARMYARD!  IT’S TIME THIS BIRD MADE IT HOME!”

With that Ruth and Ethie flew way up into the sky turned toward the farmhouse and was gone!

I picked up my feet, tail wagging and ran as fast as my beagle legs could take me to HOME!

All Fun and Games Chapter Seven A Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Seven

King led the way, looking left and right, back over his shoulder,

then facing front again.  Gradually the night started to lighten and the day started to grow.

Ethie hopped along, her claws sore and weary.  I went behind her, giving her fluffy chicken body a push and sometimes a shove with my beagle nose.

The traveling was slow and painful and ever so slow.

Did I say slow?

You have NO idea what agonizing slow really is.

None.

“Well, Beagle, here is where I leave you.” King stopped and turned toward Ethie and I.  “I got you to the Little Corn Field.  That is further than I thought we were going to make it.”

With that statement, King turned and pushed his way into the rows of the corn stalks and was gone!

There we stood, a tired, worn out chicken, and one rather tired beagle. But if I stood on the road and looked way down the road, way, way down the road to the tiny little dots way, way down there I could just make out the start of Dad’s implement yard.

Home!

We were almost home!

“Okay, Ethie! We are close now.” I turned my eyes back and looked at Ethie.  She was so tired her eyelids had closed over her eyes and she was standing there on one foot, the other foot tucked up under her fluffy feathered belly.

Oh!

The Urge!

Oh! That very naughty urge to give her a wee little push with my nose!

I could just see what would happen…a gentle little push and FLUPP right into the soft dirt of the farm road Ethie would go.

I stood there a little spell and let Ethie sleep. As I watched Ethie’s one leg slowly collapsed; Ethie sat down in the soft dirt, of the farm road, and slept on.

The day was starting to brighten, but I figured Ethie needed her rest so I stood guard…..zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, erk, snort, blink…I stood gu…………..zzzzzzz.

SQUWACK!!!!

HUH!? WHAT!? I jerked awake!

“WHAT IS HAPPENING?” I barked.

“DANGER! HELP! DANGER!”  Ethie screamed and ran right to me and jumped on my back!

“I’m about to be dinner!”

“Wait, wait!”  I tried to wake up and get my bearings. “Dinner?” I couldn’t make sense of what she was screaming.

Dinner.  What a lovely thought. I licked my lips.  Dinner…I could use dinner. Crunchy bits of cereal, some really yummy something or other out a can….jerky!  Goodness!  ANYTHING!  Dinner sounds….

“HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLP” Ethie screamed in my ear and clawed my back.

“OH, SHUT IT UP, HEN! You are the most annoying bird in the universe.  I don’t think I have even come up against any other bird as loud and crazy as you are!”  Ruth fluttered down; landing beside Ethie and myself.

“I see you made it to the farm road.  Not far now.”

“No,” I sighed. “Not far now…just an eternity with a hen.”

“Hummph!” Ethie grumped. “I’m doing my part.  It just takes me longer to get somewhere than you. I only have two feet and you have four.”

“True,” I replied, looking sadly at her two feet. “Ever so true.”

“Well, I think you got it made, dog, so I’m off for my bed in the old tree.”  Hope you make it home before the sun goes down.  If not, I’ll check the road and see where you are.  Maybe I’ll stop for a spell, maybe not.”

With that Ruth rose into the sky; turning into a smaller and smaller dot as she flew away.

Then once more it was just me, Sherlock Boomer Beaglie Brown, and Ethie the hen. And still, a long-long-long way to go.

Sigh.

 

The Languid Air of Summer —- Sunday, July 1, 2018

Our air is hot! Hot and dry.

But here we are.  The middle of summer… the Second cutting of alfalfa!

The smells in the house have been lovely.  Early morning dew on the drying hay, hot summer sun at the middle of the day, and crisp smells of sharp clean scent in the evening.

The whispering sound as Terry and I fork over the end, getting ready for the baler.

Then the rich sound of the baler…while Boomer and I move through the field making sure the bales are sitting on their sides for the stack wagon.

A very hot and BORED beagle riding behind me.  He makes it for about a 1/2 hour, then after that, he is done.  Gets off and hides in the shade.

The second cutting of alfalfa! We are in the middle of Summer!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Chapter 6 All Fun and Games! A Sherlock Boomer Adventure

All Fun and Games!

Chapter Six

 

We walked, Momma Deer and I, Ruth flew way ahead and then back again, and Ethie ran through most of the night.

Sometime way in the very early morning of the next day, Ethie collapsed. She just fell forward, her beak opened, eyes closed and went BAM onto the soft dirt.

The dirt made a soft little puff as she went down.

I was walking behind Ethie so I saw the whole thing.

Momma deer was in the lead.  Mainly because she was MUCH taller than all of us and could scout for danger much easier.

Ruth had just swung back over-head and saw the hen crumple.

“Hey, dog! I think the hen is done for, maybe it’s time for a nap, some scratching around for bugs and a dust bath for that bird.  Otherwise, she isn’t going to make it.”

I perked up my ears and looked around.

Momma deer stopped her forward march, turned around, came back and stood looking very puzzled at the flat as a leaf chicken.

“I think Ruth is onto something,” she murmured.  “I think I could handle a rest myself.  We are close to the farm road to the Rocky Point Hill; I’ll graze on the pasture grass while you and the hen take a rest.”   With that, she turned back around and walked up to the Rocky Point farm road, did a few hops skips and jumps and was in the pasture at the Upper End.

Ruth called “See ya soon, dog!” as she flew silently upward into the brilliantly lite sky full of moonlight.

I sat there looking at the wore out bird.  What a mess I have.  A chicken, of all things, way to heck up here in the yonder of the farm, and a huge need to get her home to Mom.

I laid down with my head on my front paws; staring at the bird/chicken/her, Ethie.

What a me…..I drifted off to sleep.  At some point, I flopped over on my side and stretched out…ahhh sure feels goo….zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

I woke up with a start!  Standing right over me was KING!!  I jumped up wide awake, almost trembling.  A buck deer with HORNS can sometimes mean trouble for canines.

“Hey, Little Buddy! Slow down! I just wanted to see what was going on here, why you were sleeping in the path, so to speak!”

“Tired, King.  Just got tired.  It’s okay. My little-feathered friend and I will be moving on at daylight.  Don’t do anything rash, King.  We aren’t planning on staying here.”  I am sorry to say I almost whined.

King raised his right hoof.  “Just relax. Tell me what’s going on and let me see if I can help you.”

Seeing that right hoof off the ground I must admit I pretty much stammered out the whole story.  Deer have very sharp hooves.

“Humm, I see.” King mused.  “So, Momma has gone onto the pasture, Ruth is in the sky somewhere and you are stuck with a farm-yard bird.”

“Yes, that pretty much sums it right up.”

“Okay, here goes…get that hen up and come with me.  I can at least get you to the Upper End Pasture and maybe down the farm road past the Little Cornfield.  If I can get you that far I think you can do the rest.”

I looked at King with his soft furry antlers, his very sharp hooves, and his TALL body and decided the answer to my worries had appeared!

Giving Ethie a push with my nose (not once but several times) she finally woke with a start, squawked when she saw King, tried to run off, but I held by her tail until she calmed down.

King and I explained our plan, she looked at us with very worried eyes, gave her feathers a shake and said: “Okay, let’s go.”

Then we were off.

It’s a good thing King was with us…King saw two foxes along the way.

One was fairly close,

but the other one up on the road part way.

King ran at both of them; they scattered.

Just as we passed the Upper End—King had to stop and talk to Momma for a spell, which was good, it gave Ethie and me a break, we started up the little rise which will take us to the farm road that went by the Little Corn field….a Coyote appeared!

I almost fainted! COYOTE!  I am mortally afraid of coyotes!

King froze. “Shhh,” he said. “Don’t make a sound.  Stand right where you are and don’t move.”

Ethie and I froze.

King froze.

I could hear the coyote walking ahead of us somewhere, very soft pads of footfalls.   They sounded like death to me.

Gradually the soft footpad sounds faded.

“Okay, you two let’s get to going. The night is fading and daylight is almost upon us.”

We took off again.

All Fun and Games! A Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter 4

All Fun and Games!

Chapter Four

 

I was standing there feeling all amazed at this little hen when a huge dark shadow fell over the hen and me.  Glancing up I saw…

“OWL! OWL!” the little hen screamed!  “IT IS THE OWL! RUN!”

She picked up her feet and started to flap and squawk.

I raised my paw and pushed her down flat.

“OWL!” she sobbed.

“Shh, …it’s okay.” I soothed.  “It’s just Ruth. Ruth is our friend.  Ruth can help me help you.!

The hen fluttered and squiggled and squirmed.

“Owls eat CHICKENS!”

“Oh! Shut UP HEN!” Ruth yelled. “I’m not going to eat you, I’m not going to pick you up and fly you far away, I’m not going to do anything with you.  JUST SHUT UP!”

The little hen fluffed up her feathers, shook my paw off, struggled back up into a standing position and gave Ruth and I a huge look of pure disgust.  “I knew that”, she pouted…” The dog would have run if you were going to eat me.”

“Okay…now that we have that all straight…just what is going on? I don’t think I have ever seen a chicken way out here on the

edge of Coyote land, nor have I ever seen a chicken sleeping in a brush way out here where the

deer and the

raccoons roam.  By the way, raccoons eat chickens also, did you know?  I mean. You are a sitting duck. Er Chicken…er…you are LUNCH!  No matter how you look at it!”  Ruth flapped her wings and gave a couple of hoots.

“I know,” the little hen shuddered. “I know.  By the way, my name is Ethie.  Ethie means brave in chicken.  I decided I needed to take a name that would lend me courage.”

In my first former life, I was named Little Miss, then in my second former life I was named Twiggy.  But all those names would not help me be brave so I looked carefully into Chicken talk and remembered Ethie means BRAVE.  I knew if I were to survive I HAD to be brave.”

“Well, Ethie, brave you are indeed.” Ruth put her left wing on Ethie’s back.

I just looked at the both of them standing there a little reddish-brown hen all puffed up looking important and a grouchy soft-hearted Big Horned Owl patting that little scrawny hen on the back.

Sometimes I am stunned at the turn my life takes.

 

 

 

 

All Fun and Games! A Sherlock Boomer Adventure—Chapter Three

Chapter Three

 

My word!  A Hen!

I stood stock still and stared right into her wild beady little eyes.  As I stood there staring at her she fluffed up her feathers on her whole body, her neck feather rose straight up and made her scrawny neck look twenty times bigger than it did just a second ago. Then her wings came out to the side of her body and rose up in an arch at the exact second her beak opened and let out a loud amazing squawk!

THEN SHE WAS IN MY FACE!  Her beak was aiming right from my left eye, or my soft nose, or my wonderful long velvet ears!  I don’t know which for I put my front feet into the ground and pushed my rear end back out from under the brush as fast as I possibly could!

“WHOA!” I bayed!  “WHOA!” What’s going on with you? I’m not going to hurt you.”

The hen FLEW out after me her very sharp beak aiming for anything and everything she could make contact with!  I kept backing away until I could swing my whole body around and run back up on a little rise.  I sat up there huffing and panting, while the hen squawked and sputtered down below me.

“SHUT UP!” I yelled at her.  “SHUT YOUR BEAK! CLOSE YOUR WINGS! PUT THOSE NECK FEATHERS DOWN!” I bayed so loud I startled the hen into submission.

The hen stopped squawking and just looked at me. A stunned expression on her face. (Yes, birds can show expression.  If you don’t believe me you should be standing right here beside me!)

“Okay,” I hollered at her. “Tell what this is all about!  Tell me WHY you are up here in the Back Forty close to Coyote land and tell me why you are so darn mad at ME!”  I demanded.

“Er…Well…” the hen sorta looked defeated and just sat down. Suddenly it looked like she was crying.

I pushed myself off my little rise and padded my way (carefully—very carefully, that hen has already proved she has a very mean temper) over to her and gave her a little push with my nose.

“What’s up, hen? Tell me.  I just might be able to help you. I’ve helped lots of friends here on the farm.  I’ll bet I can help you also.”

I sat down and wagged my tail in the soft dirt.

“I’m lost” she sobbed. “So very lost. I don’t know where I am. I have almost been dinner twice. Once with a fox, where I escaped and ran as hard as I could through a pasture full of big animals —I think one was a mule, the other a horse.  They chased me and stomped at me.

Then I flew up into a tree.  By this time, it was starting to get night so I just stayed there resting.  The next morning, I looked up in the tree and there was an OWL!  A great big owl…she hooted at me so I fluttered down as fast as I could and ran as fast as my hen legs would take to the cover of some brush when suddenly” the hen paused for breath; a huge shudder went over her whole body.

“A GREAT BIG HAIRY SCAR COVERED CANINE leaped over a rock and grabbed me with a muzzle ugly and full of teeth I knew it was time to give up the ghost!  The hen flapped her body clear to the ground, laying as flat as a round-bodied chicken could lay; closing her eyes I thought she HAD given up the ghost.

I waited for a little while just watching her when one eye opened, then the other eye opened.  The hen sat up.  “Oh, …it’s not a dream.  I am still here with a dog, in the brush, and very lost.”

“Please go on with your story.” I politely asked her.

“Oh, yes.  I thought I was soon to be dinner.” The little hen shuddered. “When suddenly from out of nowhere that huge owl flew right down on top of the coyote, slammed her claws right into the coyote’s snout, the jaws fell open and I RAN!  I ran and ran and ran until I couldn’t run anymore, then I hide in that big brush where you found me. “

“I was just starting to get my heart beat back to normal when you poked you crawled into my hiding spot!  There was nothing I could do at that moment by fight back.”

I sat there amazed!  What an adventure!  What an amazing hen.  Just amazing!

 

 

 

 

All Fun and Games! Chapter 2– A Sherlock Boomer Adventure—-Friday, June 1, 2018

Chapter Two

I start following my nose!  First my nose in the air, then my nose on the ground, back to the air, back to ground…there was a very interesting smell…. something I hadn’t smelled before.

Well, I had smelled it before…it smelled (faintly) of coyotes.

Now, please understand that I NEVER in and circumstance do I ever follow a trail which a coyote leaves behind.

Ever!

But this trail was different.

This trail had a whole different smell over the TOP of the old coyote trail.

It smelled sorta dusty.

And sorta scared.

And sorta familiar…sorta…

I couldn’t figure it out.

So I trotted along sniffing and sniffing.

I faintly heard Mom call me.  Faintly.

Then a very far away sound of the four-wheelers starting up.

I knew I should go back…but…

Well….

This smell.

I cocked me head to one side and looked back to where Mom and Dad were and WHAM!

It hit me.

They were gone, and I was in the Back Forty…almost to the corner fence…the corner fence which borders our neighbor’s cows pasture and the other side

which borders Coyote Country.

Oh, well.  Mom and Dad were gone.

The day was starting to end, and the smell…was GETTING STRONGER!

I picked up my little Beagle paws, put my nose to the ground.  The next time I looked up I was at a stand of Rabbit Brush, Chico Brush and the corner fence.

THE SMELL WAS STRONG!!!

Very strong.

I started sniffing here and there until I sniffed my way right up under a rather bushy Chico Brush, crouching down to crawl under the brush and found a….

CHICKEN!

 

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— My Ordinary Day

Nothing much is happening here.  No adventures, no real worries, nothing that a good beagle can’t deal with.

 

Just Ordinary Days.

We like ordinary days.

Ordinary days…don’t have big problems to solve,

Or scary coyotes to deal with,

Or something hard to handle.

They just have the ordinary things to do:

Go with Mom and do whatever she is doing.  Which means I follow behind and sit and watch Mom, while she does what she does

Or I sniff around getting the news, while mom does whatever she does

Anytime Mom gets on the four-wheeler I’m right there to go with her, all wadded up on the back seat with my body touching her body so she knows I’m safe.

Sometimes I sit up straight and help Mom drive…I lend her my nose so she can go where the best smells are.

Then when she is ‘doing’ something out on the farm, I take off and check out all the happenings going on from the last time I was up there two hours ago.

Sometimes I scare up a pheasant or two

Sometimes some Quail, or rabbits. Or the summer geese.  But I never chase any of them.  Mom say’s I’m a strange beagle, beagle usually like to hunt animals.

Well, not this beagle.  I just like to gather news.

Once Mom left me up at the Upper End (because I didn’t want to go back home just then).

It was HOT walking all the way back home.  I need to remind myself when Mom calls and I hear the four-wheeler start…I NEED to get back to Mom.  The walk home this time of year is long and hot!

But the most wondrous time of ‘just ordinary days’

is when the UPS driver comes down the long lane to our farm house!

That is the best barking joy I can ever think of! (and if it’s the nice UPS driver, I always get a treat!)

Boomer

April, Wet and Chill—-Tuesday, May 8, 2018

April left us, that wet and chill month, with the massive winds that searched into every crevice and ripped off shingles…the chill of the spring dusk causing the furnace to turn on now and again.

Still the plants woke, putting on a few green leaves, then more, until they studded the flower beds and shimmered the pastures in newness only Spring can bring.

The little humming birds have arrived…I think there are six breeding pairs here so far.  The air around their little wings humming so much it it’s like a harp making music.

May has arrived and the winds have changed…growing warm and gentle instead of those massive things we had in March and April.

A calm time.  The skies full of sunlight.  A time of growing and acceptance.

AND MY LILACS ARE BLOOMING!
The first time in years!

MAY! What a joyous time!

Your friend on a western Colorado Farm,

Linda