Off on an Adventure Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

 

The deer quickly outran me! I puffed and panted along getting further and further behind.

Finally, I just sat down; if I am going to be coyote food then I might as well get it over with.  My elder weight, my old-aged bones, and my lack of speed made me a prime target.

I sat there panting and puffing.  Hoping and against hope, but without much hope, I could somehow get away from being dinner.

Puff, pant, pant, pant.

HUH!?!?!

What is that?

I sat up quickly from the prone position I had gradually assumed as I rested and panted.

A ball of dust was coming down the long, long, long farm road heading toward ME!

I raised myself to my up-right-ready to run position when—-KIT! Bounced into view!

KIT!

“YAY! KIT!” I barked, whimpered, and whined!

Kit screeched to a halt sliding up to me in a huge whirlwind of dirt.

“Whew! I finally caught up with you, Boomer!  Goodness, you were moving so fast you looked like a blur.

Me? I pondered.  Gosh, I guess I thought to myself.  Maybe I moved faster than I thought I did.

“Hi, Kit! I was running fast because the coyotes were in the area and I didn’t want to become coyote food.”

“Oh! I was running to catch up with you because the coyotes ran on over the hill and I wanted to see what you were up too.”

“The coyotes are gone? Yipppee!  Let’s go see what’s out on the farm.”

Now THAT is a very good thing, I said to myself.

I put my paw up. Kit put his paw up, we High-Fived each other and barked out laugher!

Off into the night

for a nice adventure.

The Simple Things Bring Joy —- Monday, July 15, 2019

(Loki 1 and 1/2 years old)

Loki came for a visit

Running is such a fun thing

(Peeps three years old)

Running with friends

(A very old fat little sweetheart, Boomer)

Priceless.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Off on an Adventure Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

We all started toward the Alfalfa field, me wondering just what the deer thought I could eat when suddenly

the family of raccoons ran by us as fast as they could run.

Momma Deer and King and I jumped and skittered and scrabbled to hold our footing as they ran under our feet and silently melted into some brush.

“That was strange,” Momma deer mussed. “I wonder what is…….”

“RUN!” King bellowed

“RUN!”

We all looked up!

Than RAN!

 

 

Off on an Adventure Chapter Five

Oreo and I trotted on.  Well, he trotted on and I walked very, very, slowly so as to not leave Oreo in the dust.

Passing by one of the fences I screeched to a stop.  One really can’t screech if one is barely walking, but I did do a sort of pause, then a backup, then I pointed.

Yes, I pointed.  I forgot Oreo could care less about Beagle signals.

“RABBIT!” I whispered.

Oreo kept on coming, waddling a little bit faster when he saw me stop and point. Suddenly Oreo was spinning around pointing his back end in the same direction as I was doing the Beagle point….tail straight out back, back as straight as an arrow, nose pointed in the direction of interest, and right front paw picked up and curled under my chest, me standing as straight and still as possible.

“WAIT! Do not shoot!”  Will the rabbit scrabble as fast as he could under the fence then turned around and peered through the hole between the boards of the fence, “I’m just a rabbit!  I can’t harm either one of you.” Will squeaked extremely loud.

“RABBIT?” Oreo spun back around and gave me a dirty look. “RABBIT? Come, Boomer, a rabbit can’t hurt anyone, let alone you or me.”

“I didn’t say it was an enemy,” I replied puzzled at the scorn in Oreo’s face. “I just pointed so you could see Will, and I whispered rabbit.”

Oreo just flapped his tail in the dirt and gave me a vicious glare and waddled off toward and under a Rabbit Brush.

“Well, I guess that’s that.” I mused to myself.  “I wonder if I will be able to find Momma deer by myself now.”

“I know where Momma deer is,” Will wiggled back under the fence and hopped over to see me.

“Gosh, Boomer.  It’s been a long time since I saw you last. Why I think I was just about to leave my Mom the last time I saw you.”

“WILL! Now I remember! YOU HAVE GROWN!”  Look at you all big and soft and fluffy!  You know where Momma deer is living now? Cool!  Let’s go find her!”  I whapped my tail on the ground, raising little puffs of dirt.

It was just about that moment in time when the brush next to us started shuddering and shaking; Will and I froze in place.  Only Will’s little nose was wiggling up and down in a very rapid way.

We were so frightened I don’t think either one of us could move, when out of the brush came KING!

COOL!

King with his new set of antlers.  King walked on a spell, then just before he got to us, he had to stop and give his back leg a good scratch with his teeth.

I was so relieved that I bayed out loud, “KING! KING! It’s so good to see you.”

King raised up his head in alarm and started to bound away.

“NO! Don’t go! It’s me King, Boomer!  Stop!”

King stopped and stared at me.  And at Will.

“Goodness, Boomer, you gave me a huge fright. I was afraid it was one of those new coyotes on the farm and I knew I couldn’t fight off with my little antlers.”

“It’s just me, King, and Will the rabbit.  We are heading over to find Momma Deer. But you are here now so maybe you can take me to Momma Deer.  It would be really good to see her again, also.”

The brush shuddered again and out stepped Momma deer…” You are looking for me, Boomer?” Momma deer said in her warm soft voice.

“YAY! You are here! Both of you!  This is nice!” I bayed.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Momma Deer put her hoof on my nose.

“Ow! Your hooves are sharp,” I admonished Momma Deer.

“Sorry, but stopped being so loud, Boomer. We have new coyotes on the farm and they seem to be searching for new territory.  We don’t want to draw them to us.”  Momma deer put her face down close to mine.

“Be very, very quiet… these are dangerous times on the farm. There are coyotes everywhere.”

 

 

 

 

Off on an Adventure Chapter Four

Finally.

After ever so long.

I woke up.

No, Handsome the Pheasant.

No, Stewart the Squirrel.

No Stanley, Stewart’s brother.

Just me myself and I.

And it was dark.

Very dark.

Not even a moon in the sky.

ALTHOUGH, Mom would love it out here the stars were scattered hugely up there in the blue velvet of the sky.

I took myself down and got a drink of water, My that tastes good.  Then stuck my nose into the air trying to get my bearings.

Oh, I know where I am. I also know how far away the house is and Mom and Dad. What I don’t know is who is out here with me and do I need to be concerned.

I had just started up the little incline heading back toward the four-wheeler road going around the bottom of the new alfalfa field when my nose picked up someone coming toward me.

Then my eyes picked up a big black furry animal with a white strip waddling here and there alongside the alfalfa field.

“OREO!” I hollered.

Oreo the skunk, stopped in alarm.  Lifted his tail and flung his body in a circle, always pointing the tail in the direction he thought the danger was coming from.

“STOP! OREO! STOP! It’s me, Boomer!” I bayed at him while making sure I was in front of Oreo not in the back of Oreo.

“Boomer?  Boomer, what are you doing up here?”  Oreo lowered his tail and I trotted forward.

“Just checking things out, Oreo.  Mom and Dad are not doing lots of farming anymore and I got bored. I miss seeing all my friends out here on the farm.  Momma Deer and her fawns, Kit and his Mom, the bunnies, Ruth, the Owl, you know, all my friends.” I explained.

Oreo started walking, so I fell in beside him. “Well, I can take you over to where Momma Deer is staying this year.  It’s not far from where we are now.  As for Kit and the bunnies or Ruth.  I’ve not run into any of them for a spell.”

“Although, I have crossed paths with some new coyotes to the farm.”

“COYOTES!”  Shudder, shake.  “Let’s stay away from them.  New coyotes? New coyotes to the farm?”  I sat down, bringing my back leg up to my chin I gave my jaw a good scratch.  Sure, felt nice.

“Yeah. New to the neighborhood.  Three of them.  Two males and a female, or is it two females and a male, maybe it’s three females.  I’m not sure.  I just know they are new and looking to take over the farm as their own.

I saw one of the coyotes checking out a snack awhile back.  I hid.  I didn’t want to have to shoot one and have the other two attack me.”

Oreo waddled on totally unconcerned about coyotes.

“Well, if you want to see Momma Deer you had better come with me. She’s not far from us now.”  Oreo turned his head over his shoulder and gave me a stare.

“Oh. Right On!  I’m right there with you.”

We trotted on into the night.  Oreo and I.

 

Off on an Adventure Chapter Three

We traveled along, going past the BIG Alfalfa field, which means we have to skirt the bottom of the field, but that really isn’t a problem.  You see Mom and Dad have a road all around the whole bottom of the BIG alfalfa field so all we had to do was stay on the road.

About the middle of the Big Alfalfa field road, we all got tired and hot and thirsty.  Since there is a wee creek in the bottom of the valley between two knobs of hills, we all traveled down to the creek.

There we rested.  Drinking gulps of water and crawling under a Chico brush to let the hot sun of the afternoon pass on by.

Suddenly out of nowhere I hear one of the Squirrels chittering and chattering and Handsome, the Pheasant squawk and fly off yelling “ALARM! ALARM!”

I bounced myself awake, hitting my head on a low-lying limb.

“WHAT IS THE MATTER!”  I yelled! “What is happening!”

Stewart was standing upright screaming something in squirrel talk…so fast and so loud I couldn’t make heads or tails of what he saying.

“Slow down! SLOW DOWN” I bayed.  “WHAT IS HAPPENING!”

(Photo by Cloudy Doyle)

“SPIDER!”  Stewart screamed.  “Spider just about to land on you!”

(Photo by Cloudy Doyle)

I jumped way up, tangled myself into the brush, knocked my head on something then the world went black.

Way, way later I woke up, my head hurting, my body in some sort of twist so it was also in pain.  I gradually stood shook myself all over, took a few steps and laid back down again.

“Hey, Boomer. You awake now?”  Stanley climbed up on my back and pulled at my ears. “You ready to do something, Boomer?  You’ve slept the whole afternoon away.”

“Slept?” I pondered.

“I sure don’t feel like I’ve slept,” I muttered.

“Well, you did. The night is coming on and you are just now waking up.”

“Well, since night is coming on, it won’t hurt to ……………….” I fell over in another sleep.

 

 

 

 

Off on an Adventure Chapter Two

Looking back once.

Looking back twice.

I was gone.  Up and over and around the hill onto my way to Back Forty.

I was trotting as fast as my overly stuffed beagle body (winter flab, you understand) could go as I made my way closer and closer to my goal of finding Kit.

Kit is my bestest fox friend, when—-

“BOOMER!”

“BOOMER!”  Some tiny little voice was calling me.  I looked back over my shoulder and saw STEWART!

Stewart is Stanley’s brother.  Stanley the Squirrel.  Stanley the Squirrel who is on the grain head posing for Mom.

I pulled up to a stop and sat down and waited. To be honest with you my ancient Beagle bones and muscles were protesting just a tad.  Nothing to worry about, but I did feel a little winded.  Sitting and waiting for Stewart would not be a sign of weakness.  No siree.  Just being polite is all.

Puff, puff, pant, pant.

“Hey, Boomer where you heading?  Can I come with you?”  Stewart skidded to a stop, little puffs of dust flinging up around his squirrel paws.

“Sure,” I allowed.  “Company is always a good thing.”

“Can I ride?” Stewart asked.

“No, not this time. We will just take it easy and slow.  You can check out things you are interested in and I can check out the news along the way.  If either one of us gets tired we will just stop under the shade of a rabbit brush or other weed; rest a spell, then go on.”

“Hey! Great Idea.”  Let’s head out!”

I puffed myself up, shook the dirt off my feet, gave my whole body a good shake and we were off.

We hadn’t gone very far, just around the bend at the end of the second alfalfa field, when suddenly Handsome the Pheasant flew out of the tall grass yelling his fright/flight call.

That scared Stewart and I so much we both fell down. Then Stewart started scrabbling backward trying to get under cover.

About that time, I realized the bunch of screaming was coming from Handsome the Pheasant.  I guess being able to recognize the fact it was Handsome helped when he landed right next to me.

“BOOMER!” Handsome yelled. “My Pheasant God in all the Heavens what are you doing up here?  Why I haven’t seen you all winter, nor have I seen you all Spring. What gives?  Where have you been?  It’s been rather lonely up here, well, not really lonely…I do have three lovely hens to err, um, cough, to pass the time with, but I mean LONELY without hanging out with you. I miss our games of hiding and flight, squawk and flush.  What is going on with you—-”

I put up a paw. “Wait!  Slow down, Handsome, slow down. You are talking so fast I can’t process what you are saying let along answer your questions.

Okay, now, one thing at a time.  It’s really good to see you again Handsome.”

“Thanks, Boomer, Now tell me what’s going on.  I am so glad to see you– can we do something — come on Boomer, let’s get to…………”

Just then I heard and wee voice crying in the Wilderness— “BOOMER! STEWART!  WAIT FOR ME!”

Around the corner came STANLEY!

Stanley slid to dust filled stop, panting heavily.  “Whew!  I made it. I was afraid I couldn’t catch up with all of you.”  Stanley stood up and put his paws on his knees and hung his head panting heavily.

Stewart ran over and toppled Stanley; they started wrestling right there in all the dirt.

“Stop! STOP!” I yelled.

“It’s good you are here, Stanley, but what about Mom.  How did you get away?”

“Chip showed up. As soon as Chip showed up I jumped down and crashed through all the brush so your Mom wouldn’t follow me, then I scampered onto the road and ran for all I was worth.”

“YAY!”  Stewart and Handsome and I yelled.

“We are all off on an adventure,” I stated

With that, we picked our paws and claws, and headed out!

 

 

 

Off on an Adventure Sherlock Boomer Chapter One

I know! I know!  Mom told me I was getting way too old to go about sleuthing. Or searching for lost friends. Or just plain wandering around on the farm without Mom close by.

BUT

I am bored!

I mean really, really bored!

Yes, I know I can go for walks with Mom.

And I do.

I go everywhere she goes and I come back with her also.

But — I mean geez.  It’s been a long time since I walked over to the equipment area by myself.

You see I have to go by myself because all my friends hide when Mom comes with me.

Anyway, while Mom and I were sleuthing for photos to take, I sidetracked Mom and took off!

I just left her.  I use to leave her all the time when she and Dad were changing the water, but I can’t do that anymore.

Well, I could, but Mom and Dad don’t change water all the time like they used to so there just isn’t a chance for me to go exploring W.I.T.H.O.U.T Mom!

I waited for Mom to settle herself down on a log over by the equipment area, put the camera to her eye—-“I hope I can get some good photos of animals that live here, Boomie.” She said. I whapped the tip of my tail waiting and waiting for Mom to forget to keep tabs on me.

When I thought I was going to have to wait FOREVER I saw Stanley.

Stanley the Squirrel.  Stanley moved all his nuts and seeds over here when he figured out there were lots of other squirrels to play with.  Stewart, Stanley’s twin brother went with Stanley so our farmyard is now squirrel less.

Which is rather boring, I might say.

Anyway, I saw Stanley and motioned him to come over.

“HEY, Boomer! Wow!  You are here! How cool is that!  I haven’t seen you for a squirrels’ age!”  Stanley jumped up and down in front of me and grabbed me by my long soft beagle ears.  “Gosh, is it ever good to see you!”

“Wait! Wait! Stanley…. slow down.  Can you do me a favor?

“Sure, you just name it and I will do it.”  Stanley jumped up on my back, then scampered over the other side, “What ya need, Boomer?”

“See my Mom over there…sitting on the log peering carefully into the trees and the equipment?”

“Yes,” Stanley replied.

“Run over there and play on the equipment and let Mom take a photo of you.  She will take lots of photos and put you on her computer then your photo will go way, way out into outer space and you will be FAMOUS!”

“Cool!” Stanley said. “I’ll do it! I’m off to become outer of the space famous!”

I watched Stanley scamper and skitter over to the equipment area.  Then I saw Mom slowly, slowly raise her camera to her eye, click, click…

Perfect!

Mom was smitten and busy.

Now off I go to check out what is happening on the farm and to see how my friends are doing.

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

The Moment Magic Happens — Sunday, May 19, 2019

Boomer and I went searching for the Blue Moon, the Flower Moon, the Full Moon of May

We saw it flitting in an out of the wind-driven clouds, splashing silver moonlight

Here and there.

Until the clouds receded and only the clear sky remained.

No Blue Moon for us, but still an amazing sight of the lapped and covered moon.

From my world to your heart,

Linda