The Adventures of TLC Cai-Cai on Friday —Farm Life Series, Chapter 9, BUGS, Friday, April 8, 2022

Posted on April 8, 2022 by Dayphoto

We have BUGS!

Sometimes I try to catch them.

Sometimes I try to eat them.

We have bugs of all sorts: crickets, grasshoppers, beetles, ants, and spiders.

We have:
FLIES—flies I try to kill! I chase them, I pounce on them, I swat them—there are all sorts of flies: house flies, horse flies, deer flies, biting flies, blowflies, fat flies, skinny flies we got them.

They all buzz, bite, and get in your ears! ALL OF THEM!

You know what? They don’t get in my ears! Nope, but they do get in the equine’s ears and in the dogs’ ears. I don’t know why they don’t bother cats, but they don’t.

Heheheh.

Mosquitoes—monsters, each and every one of them!
Gnats—Mom and Dad think these are the most obnoxious, annoying, creatures. They can even chase Mom and Dad on their four-wheelers. (Right along with the giant Horse Flies)
Giant Horse Flies and slender little horse flies. These winged monsters eat anything walking around with warm blood in it. And they will chase you down to get the blood.
Wasps—Mom is very allergic to these and Honey bees. Their harpoons have been known to knock Mom down and out. Until the Benadryl kicks in and she can get her get-up and go going again.

Well, I think we covered all our wildlife,

what a farm is,

how to live and

work on a farm…

I think the next and last thing I’m going to talk to you about is the life-blood of the farm.

WATER!

So, see you soon!

TLC Cai-Cai

When the Wind Tears the Earth to Shreds —- Wednesday, May 26, 2021

Posted on May 26, 2021 by Dayphoto

The is an UpSide to the wind—Sorta

It helps the sap rise up out of the roots of the trees, so the leaves can gather light and we can have shade

It can bring in a storm…it can, not always, but it could

But the biggest thing it does (on human terms)

is it keeps the bugs

At bay. 🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Written in the Book of Life — Tuesday, July 23, 2019

Posted on July 23, 2019 by Dayphoto

It’s been fun trying to take photos of bugs in flight. (I know you already know that, but I had to tell you anyway 🙂 🙂 )

Although, I still find it thrilling to get birds in flight

Do you ever come across something in your day that is so perfect

So wonderful that you just must capture it on camera,

So it can stay in that perfect place of perfection forever?

I do. And when I do

I always think to myself: What a gift this life is, what an amazingly beautiful,

meant to be enjoyed, Life we live!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Those Oddities of Everyday Living—Wednesday, July 10, 2019

Posted on July 10, 2019 by Dayphoto

The air was heavy a day or so back, bringing with it smoke.

Boomer and jumped on my four-wheeler and headed over to the equipment area to see what was happening….our new neighbors burning brush piles.

Fire always makes me nervous.

ALWAYS!

While in my garden, watering, and weeding I came across

A wee *nasty* house fly sunning its self

Which started me on a wee little journey to photograph a bug or two.

(Isn’t the colors of the wings amazing?)

In the nighttime unseen bugs look like streaks, showing up on a quickly snapped photo

Flying bugs are hard to snap

Unless one is lucky to stun a moth in the flash

Soon I got side-tracked by that wondrous slice of moon.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Mid-Summer Days—Monday, June 29, 2015

Posted on June 29, 2015 by Dayphoto

To some working on the land is lonely. Only you and the sky and the earth. But to me (and to Terry) it isn’t lonely.

There are plants who need our care and plants

we despair of (the nodding thistle, lovely but a huge nuisance).

Light floods the air and heat shimmers up off the land. Just to glace upon the brilliance is to think there is nothing but silence there. But it isn’t true…the song birds fill the air with music and bugs (the good bugs and the not-so-good bugs).

The new momma deer and her brand new little fawn scamper close to us, not afraid. They are many generations of deer, who have lived here safe. We feed them so they stay out of the crops. They do their part and eat at the pastures.

The thought always runs in the back of the mind…’my this is pretty. I feel so tremendously blessed’…all the while acknowledging the inadequacy of the word blessed.