I always wonder how the wee little animals do
Mr. P with his feathers are shinny and georgous
The silent winging of our resident hawk
The happy peaceful feeling
Being out THERE on the farm.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Nothing sweeter than a little bunny.
This one is my friend. He/She has grown used to seeing me and doesn’t run away anymore.
Between you and me, I think he/she likes having his/her photo taken.
A model bunny!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
While the hawk is hunting in another part of the farm
The bunnies (and I)
Enjoy a sweet little interlude
In the silence of
The equipment area.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Magic to me is the ordinary to others
The familiar, but marvelous all wrapped up as one.
To me, it is that sweet quick whisper of seeing one of those little creatures who share the farm with us.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
In this part of the farm, I often see
This little bunny and these two quails
Hanging out together.
Of course, we know they are not of the same species
But sometimes, even in the animal/bird world
There are those whose eyes don’t see the difference of others, but only the beauty.
Which fills up all the spaces in each other souls.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
A darling little bunny dashed in front of us as we were irrigating
I’ve seen bunnies dashing this way and that in the warming sunshine
Most of the time in the Upper End.
This is amazing because this is also the coyotes’ favorite place to hunt.
Oftentimes in the green-dappled light (I put up a camera to see where the coyotes have been hanging out.)
I see little squirrels…I like to think they are Stanley
And Stewart.
The hawks hunt the land.
In reality, all is peaceful and calm and just perfect.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Fuzz and I always work with Mom!
Always!!!
Sometimes Fuzzy doesn’t go, but I do! I never let Mom go anywhere without me!
Even if it is just to follow her around as she pushes the wheelbarrow here and there and everywhere!
Welllll….sometimes I do let her walk around and around in the yard…it does get boring after awhile.
When Dad goes to his meetings at night,it’s just Mom and Fuzzy and I to do the irrigation. Mom puts us on the four-wheeler with her and gives us lots of pats. “I’m going to be a long time, Fuzzy, so you really need to go with us. I don’t want you getting tired of waiting for us and trying to walk out to find us. You need to ride and you can hang out by the four-wheeler if you get tired.”
Then she lifts Fuzzy up and sits him down beside her….then up I go. Then Mom is on and we are off!
While Mom moves the water from one spot to another spot Fuzzy and I check out the news….then when Mom drives over to the other field, Fuzzy rides and I really don’t know they have gone,
because I’m somewhere far off—there are interesting things out there, you know. Stuff much more interesting than watching water going down a row.
On the last field Mom hollers and hollers for me…I pretend I can’t hear her! I have to be careful because Mom WILL drive off and leave me! When that happens I have to run all the way home!
Anyway, this time, I came. Which was a good thing, because Mom wanted to just go for a ride around the place…YIPPEE!!
We saw one of the fox that lives on our place!!!
He was running by so fast he didn’t even stop and wave!!!!
We saw a wild bunny. I got off and sniffed around where the bunny was, but I didn’t even chase the bunny. Mom’s says I’m a really unusual Beagle, since Beagles were bred to hunt bunnies.
Every time she says that I just smile at her….I’m an environmentally friendly Beagle!!!
On the way home we stopped by and saw Hank and the little family…and A BEE SWARM!! They had a huge swarm in one of their trees!
Now How Cool is that?!?!?
Mom also saw a far-away rainbow…she said that rainbows always make her happy. Fuzzy and I really don’t see what the fuss is about…but, whatever works for Mom works for us!
By the time we got home it was getting dark. But you know what? Even the’ getting dark’ is pretty cool.
Working with Mom is good!
Boomer
We headed up with Mom and Dad to dig ditches to the burn area over on the Back Forty and to the back pastures. They are going to put run-off-water there to see if anything can start growing again. 
It was lots of work for Mom and Dad but Fuzzy and I had a right jolly old time! 
We sniffed around to see what is happening up here. The Upper End is where the HEADGATE is. Right now all the cows are around the head gate but they will be moved off tomorrow. These are not our cows, but the south end of our farm’s neighbors. He had to move the bulls when the water came in as the ditch riders and Mom and Dad (and us) have to get to the head gate to keep the trash out. 
Bulls don’t like to have strange people moving around on their property. 
The head gate is SCARY! It thunders and foams and roils. It’s really big and has a tiny board to walk across it, which I never do. You have to walk across it, then stand on the tiny board to clean out the trash from the gate with a rake….Mom is terrified, but she ‘gets it done’. We had a sort of mini tornado last evening the wind was so horrible. Dad was on— ON — the head gate (terrible frightening thundering crashing water)…when the storm came through the place. The wind about threw Dad into the roaring foaming mess and even ripped his glasses off his face. We all tried to find the glasses but figured they were swept away in the canal. This morning Dad went on back to clean out the trash and guess what…THEY WERE THERE! Safe in a whole other spot! AND the cows didn’t stomp on them either. We are so joyful! 
Anyway, as Mom and Dad were working on the burn area, Fuzzy and I found Bunny. 
We like bunny and he seems to like us. Just hangs around us as we sniff back and forth. Sometimes Bunny even lets us sniff really close to him before he hops away. 
Sometimes we find footprints…those get really good sniffs. We don’t have wolves here, which we are ALL glad about, but these foot prints will help you see what we sometimes see.
Getting water to one of the burn areas took all morning. Dad said “that will have to do. If this works then we’ve helped part of the burn.”
Mom asked Fuzzy if he was ready to ride back to house.
Man, that dog can move when he wants too. Fuzzy beat both Mom and I back to four-wheeler he was so ready to get home.
The sunrise this morning was pretty cool…there was a cloud that looked like a mini-tornado.
Hummm, maybe that isn’t a good thing!
Boomer
Life on a Colorado Farm 