My 12th Birthday Party A Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter 12

My Thirteenth 12th Birthday

Chapter Twelve

Conclusion

Well, everything turned out just fine.  I ran into Mindy on my way back to the farmhouse; she was waiting for Mom or Dad to come to the back door and holler for her to come in.

I sat with her and we waited.

I think we waited three years, five months, six days and one million minutes for Mom or Dad to show up.

Finally, Mom came to the back door and yelled: “BOOMER!  MINDY!  COME IN!”

We sped into the house, almost knocking each other over.

Inside Mom gave us really special treats…. Mindy got a piece of shredded chicken and I got a BIG piece of shredded chicken.

“I am so glad you made it home, Boomer”.  Mom patted me on the head, neck, back and gave my ears a good scratch. “I always worry about you out there on the wilds of the farm.”

Then Mom left the room came back and gave me a REAL bone. “Happy Birthday, Boomer!”

I took my bone and ran out the back door, no way was I going to share my bone with the cat!

 

Boomer Beaglie Brown, a.k.a Sherlock Boomer

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My 12th Birthday Party a Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter 11

My Thirteenth 12th Birthday

Chapter Eleven

 

Momma and King walked together, Kit stayed with us for a short spell, then left—

“I am hungry,” he called over his shoulder, “I might catch up with you later on.”

I stopped and watch Kit lope across the Little Field, drop down over the small hill and …. was gone.

Sigh.

Well, at least I know he will check up on me off and on.

“Fill your tummy, Kit!”  I hollered.  “Come to the farm anytime you want.”

I shook myself looked over at King and Momma and said, “Let’s get to going.”  I put my beaglie body into a trot (just so I could keep up with King and Momma who were walking.

King, Momma and I stayed on the farm road…it was much easier to travel and we could see long ways down it.   The better to keep safe.

We just about at the Cross-Over pipe when I saw eyes shining in the dark!

“Stop here, Little Buddy,” King put his muzzle down to my ear and whispered.

“We aren’t alone.”  Momma also whispered.

“Coyotes! Oh, my heavenly stars.  COYOTES!” I panted.

“Shhh”, King put his hoof on my back…” Shhh.  Just stand still and see if they move on.”

So, we did.

We stopped right there.  No one making a sound.

Sure enough, the coyotes (there were three of them, but only one was close to us)

started trotting across last years pinto bean field leaving us alone.

That’s when we picked up the speed and practically ran all the way home.

Well, I ran, the deer trotted.

But still …. home we went.

FAST!

“Here we are, King, Momma.  Make yourself at home. The haystack yard is warm, soft soil, and lots of good eating if you are interested.  The weeds are pretty nice behind the haystack backdrop also.

King and Momma started checking everything out.

I watched for a bit; the deer laid down, wrapped themselves in a circle each and closed their eyes.

“Good night, Boomer.  You’re a good friend,” King sleepily said as he drifted off to sleep.

“Yes, good night, Boomer,” replied Momma.

I raised a paw at them and turned toward the farmhouse.  It was so late I knew I would have to sleep outside in my doghouse.  But that’s okay.  It’s nice and warm and SAFE!

I slowly headed in, checking everything out as I went; I had to see what had changed while I was gone.

Home…Home is a good thing.

 

 

 

My 12th Birthday Party A Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter 10

My Thirteenth 12th Birthday

Chapter Ten

 

We all ran as fast as we could, through the Back Forty, up onto the Sage Brush Hill, traveling quickly.  King and Momma Deer bounding away from Kit and I, then stopping and waiting for us to catch up.  Finally, we made it to the little stream where we all rested.

Actually, we all collapsed.  We had stopped on the edge of the little stream, where the sun was warming a little hillside.  The deer, after huge gulps of water, started grazing.

Kit and I went hunting for mice.

Yes…food!  It had been a long, long time since any of us had had any real food.

Then we all laid down on the sunny warm hillside and took a nap!

A long nap in the warm sunshine, on a warm hill.  Everyone slept until the shadows started cooling the earth and thereby us also.

“WAKE UP!  WAKE UP, EVERY ONE!” I bayed “It’s starting to get dark.  And it’s starting to rain/snow!  I’ve got to get home.  You, all can stay here, but I’m on my way back.”  I jumped up and shook myself off.   Realizing I was rather stiff and sore I started stretching this way and that…first my front legs, then my back legs, next my neck…and another really good whole body shake.

“Each one of you is welcome to come back to the farmyard and live safe close by.  King you and Momma can live in the haystack yard and Kit there are some pretty nice underground irrigation pipes you could overwinter in.”   I looked at each one very sincerely.  “You can all come now or later.  But for me, it’s time to head home.”

“It’s dark” King announced.  “You sure you want to head on out?”

“Yes!  I’ve been gone too long.  I’m sure Mom is worried and to be frank with you I need my bed!  Yes, I’m a soft fluffy house dog when it comes to sleeping in my bed.  So Off I go. You are all welcome to come if you wish.”

“Let’s go with Boomer, King.  The hay stackyard sounds like it just might be warm and full of — well, hay—and those two things can make a couple of deer rather happy, don’t you think?”  Momma Deer put her hoof on King’s right hoof.

“Oh alright.  Let’s go to the farm!” King gave a huge smile to Momma Deer.

“You are welcome also Kit”  Kit turned to me and said…”I’ll follow you home, but I really think the whole farm is my domain.”

So as night deepend we all started off for the farm.

 

My 12th Birthday Party, A Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter Nine

My Thirteenth 12th Birthday

Chapter Nine

 

Kit, King and I all started walking when I had a flashback to YESTERDAY.  “Hey, King.  If you get it into your head to bound off go straight into the Dark Forrest and get Momma deer.  When you get her both of you bound right back out.  Hurry fast.  Kit and I will be heading your way in a straight line…you head back to us in the very same straight line.”

King looked at me…then lifted his head and his magnificent horns gave a snort. Bellowed “YES!” And bounded off.  Taking huge leaps toward the Dark Forrest.

Kit and I stopped and watched him go.

“I think letting King go into the Dark Forrest is much safer for you and me,” Kit said.  “First off he can get there MUCH faster, find Momma, and get back out all before the sun starts to set and the hunters come back out.”

“I agree, but let’s keep on trotting toward the Forrest…we need to be available if King and Momma need help.”

Kit and I kept on gradually getting closer and closer to the Dark Forrest.  It was while we were at the top of a little knoll, we saw King stop at the edge of the Dark Forrest and start snacking on some of the leaves on the wild bushes.

We stopped and watched King, “He must be hungry,” Kit observed.

“Reminds me, we are hungry also,” I stated.

“True.  Nothing to eat around here. If we start hunting, we will lose sight of King.  We lose sight of King we won’t know if he finds Momma Deer.”

Suddenly King went into alarm mode.

  Then scrammed into the Dark Forrest.

“Danger!” whispered Kit. “Get down and hovered behind that large Rabbit Brush.  We will wait here and see what caused King to run!”

Kit and I scrambled under a very large Rabbit Brush and hid under the branches.  That was when we heard the guns go off again.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

A whole flock of Canadian Geese rose to the sky on the next farm over.  The farm, which shares the fence on the west side has cows in it, but the farm on the south side only has ponds and geese and the hunters!

“Man, not good.” Kit shuddered.  “Guns everywhere.”

“Let’s stay here a spell,” I offered.  “We can see the Dark Forrest from here, both farms on the west and south side and Coyote hill is behind us.  If we stay here, we will know when King comes out.”

“Good Idea!” Kit made himself comfortable under a low hanging limb.

It wasn’t long before we saw King emerge from the Dark Forrest; standing to one side he looked back into the woods and waited.

Kit and I waited with him…only we were up on a little hill under a Rabbit Brush limb.

Then carefully ever so carefully MOMMA DEER came out!

YA! King found Momma Deer!

Kit and I ran out from under the limb of the Rabbit Brush and rushed down the hill toward King and Momma Deer

“YOU FOUND HER!” I bayed.  “You are safe, Momma Deer!” Kit yipped.

 

Finding Wings—-Sunday, December 8, 2018

While I was out collecting the firewood for the evening, I decided to take a walk first

Since the evening was coming on fast; long shadows stretching across the farm road

I knew if I were going to find things of interest I needed to be about it

The wind was rather sharp, but not strong or cutting, just brisk with a chill to it.

The sky was beautiful

Making my walk even more special

The colors swirling around me

On the way back to the farmyard, the woodpile and the warmth of the house…I saw a glittering little heart-shaped rock.

Giving joy to my soul and wings to the essence of myself!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

My 12th Birthday Party A Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter 7

My Thirteenth 12th Birthday

Chapter Seven

 

King and were walking along (together) just fine, when King suddenly decided to bound about from me!

I stopped in horror!

KING! I wanted to yell, but I didn’t dare.  We were in Coyote country!!!

I dropped down and started crawling…geez…how am I going to stay safe!

I gradually crept along, all the while looking for a safe place to hide until morning.

I slunk along moving between bush and shrub when suddenly

 

A HUGE HOWL rose right to the right of me just a few feet away.

OH!
MY!
HEAVENS!

I just about wet the ground.

Then another howl in a deeper voice!

Suddenly there were many howls!

I AM IN THE MIDDLE OF A WHOLE PACK OF COYOTES!

“Pssst”

Huh!?

“Hey, Boomer!” a very loud whisper came again.

“Boom, look over here.”

I looked and saw KIT!!!

“Follow me,” Kit whispered.  “I’ll get you out of here.  Come on, slip over here and follow me.”

I stopped trembling and gave a huge sigh of relief.

“Thank Heavens, Kit!  Lead me out of here.”

With that Kit and I dashed between brush and shrub and rocks heading toward safety.

 

 

A Small and Welcome Snow—Monday, December 3, 2018

“The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a Magical Event.  You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not Enchantment, then where is it to be found?—J.B. Priestley

The day is still cold enough the remnants of last night’s small snow is staying on the ground

We have been so terribly dry that even this small snow is a wonderful gift.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

My Birthday 12th Birthday Party A Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter 6

My Thirteenth 12th Birthday

Chapter Six

King and I walked for a long time looking here and there for Momma.

I put my nose the ground and King kept bouncing up and down all the while looking for Momma.

The day wore on and on searching high and low for Momma.

Gradually the sun started to set and we were no closer to finding Momma.

The day started closing down and the night started growing up from the earth.

I looked up from my ground search and realized…we had entered COYOTE COUNTRY!

KING!  STOP! We are in coyote country!! I bayed in alarm.

King bounced back and looked at me in puzzlement, “I know, but if Momma is trapped in there, we have to get her out.”

I just looked at King in horror.

We are in coyote country! I am terrified of coyotes!

What do I do!? I pondered to myself.

King just looked at me, “We will be together, Boomer.” He said.

“Okay,” I said. “Let’s proceed.”

With that, we started moving further and further into the world of coyotes

 

 

My 12th Birthday Party A Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter Four

My Thirteenth 12th Birthday

Chapter Four

 

I decided my first stop was going to be way over at the other equipment area…Stewart and Stanley Squirrel had vacated our farmyard and moved over to the old equipment area after one of our adventures a while back and never came home again.

So, if I want to see them, I have to go over there.

Sometimes I go over with Mom…Mom likes to feed the squirrels and chipmunks who live over there; she doesn’t do it often, but when she does I always go with her.

I picked up my paws and trotted swiftly along…only stopping once in a short while to pick up any news about the farm—you know little tidbits of knowledge.

As soon as I got over to the equipment I ran into Stewart and then Stanley.

They are very busy gathering ‘stuff’ to push down into their cellars in their little holes…so busy they really couldn’t stop and talk to me.

Also, their cheeks were amazingly full.

I then moved on down to another piece of equipment looking for Chester the chipmunk and anyone of his family.

There he was and so was Chimmy his new girlfriend.  Neither one of them even gave me the time of day.

Well, that was disappointing!

I did see a few birds sitting around on the implements, but most birds always act rather afraid of me and fly off.

Speaking of flying off a HUGE bird flew right over my head and gave me the startle of my life!  I flung myself down and crawled on the ground I was so terrified I was going to be bird food. (Although, it would have to big a rather HUGE bird to pick me up, but still.)

I did check out the finch feeder Mom hung up to see who was visiting the feeder.

On my way back out the equipment area, I scared up a mess of ring-neck doves.

I bayed at them and a gave a little chase.  Not a huge chase just a little chase.  I mean, after all, I am on an adventure.

Then…right out the blue—a HAWK took out after the doves!  Talk about scattering doves, that did it!

I sat down and high-fived the hawk.  He didn’t see me.

I sniffed and snuffled all along the equipment, down in the tree hollows, over into the old fill-in silage pit when I saw

A Message is written in stone on the ground!

Come this way…help!  It said!

Help!?

I best go that way to see who is in trouble and what I can do to help.

With that, I was off…heading toward where?  I guess I will keep looking for signs until I can figure it all out!

My 12th Birthday Party, A Sherlock Boomer Adventure, Chapter Three

My Thirteenth 12th Birthday

Chapter Three

We made it to the house, I yipped until Mom came to the door.  Chris was really nervous.  “Just remain calm, Chris. Tell Mom your story, I am positive she can help you.  And if she can’t help you I’ll bet you can live with me.”  I put a paw on Chris’ shoulder.

Mom opened the door and just stood there staring at us.  Right at that moment the little grandchild visiting us rushed right out and yelled that I had brought a friend home.

In Chris and I bounded.  Chris stopped on his way by my bedroom and got a really long drink of water out of my water dish, then he spied my cereal and woofed down four or five huge mouthfuls.  All the while the little granddaughter kept calling for us to come to see her.

Only after Chris’ got his thirst slacked and his tummy full did he head into the woodstove room to get loves.

Mom followed us in.

“Goodness, Boomer, where did this little fellow come from?”  She reached down and patted my back.

“Out on the farm…I tried to tell her.  He was lost and trying to get home.”  I tried with all my doggie might, but Mom just doesn’t know how to understand unspoken words.

“Well, let us see what we can do to find his home.” Mom said to Dad and Tally.  Then Mom got on the phone and started calling neighbors…no one knew the dog or even knew who might have a dog like Chris.

Then Mom started called the Vet Clinics in Delta — Yep!  Very soon she got a vet who knew the dog, knew the person who owned the dog, knew where the dog lives and the dog’s Mom’s phone number.

Mom then called Chris’ Mom and she was there in 10 minutes flat.  Chris and his family live two miles up the road from us…just two more miles and Chris would have made it home.

Still, I told Chris, “it’s a very good thing you came here…I promise you Coyotes live on the farm”!

We all waved goodbye to Chris as he sat in the backseat waving his little paw back at all of us.

Well, a good thing accomplished during my 12th Birthday Adventure.

Now…back to checking out the farm…I still want to go see some of my friends!

Boomer