On a Fine Autumn Day —- Thursday, September 19, 2019

Yes, I feed the little wild creatures

It’s my lure.

A wee win for me

A delicious and marvelous treat

Dazzling eyes and tummies!

Creating a bright winter stash

During the long dark winter days.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

The Cycle of Seasons—-Thursday, August 29, 2019

(From Pinterest)

The nights are growing longer and longer now, the sun not lingering in the sky

There was such a new distinct chill in the air last night I had to shut all the windows in the house.

Still, the earth is full of exquisite luxurious beauty

The cycle of farming starting to show harvest is very near.

The breath of summer has faded.  It’s actually very cool/cold here this morning.

Excellent for yard work, a tad on the sad side for those of us who love summer

Still another sign,

besides the leaves falling, falling…

a large and wonderous spider web.

Fall has arrived, no matter the calendar says it is still August.

I saw a wee fairy dancing in the porch light last night. (really a hummingbird moth)…spreading pixie dust for me and you.

For luck, you know!

For me and you!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

 

 

Off on an Adventure Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

While I was sleeping, I dreamed of MOM!

  Mom and I doing things.

You know just stuff.

I also dreamed of barking the mailman down the long lane

and baying at the UPS driver.

I even dreamed that Mom took me to that big friendly to dogs store and let me sniff around while she did some shopping.

That dream woke me up with a start.

I MISS MOM! I thought.

Here I am way over here and Mom is somewhere way over there.

WHY did I think I wanted to go on an adventure in 90*+ weather, coyotes loose on the farm and me in an elderly stage of life?

WHY?

As I was sitting there in the shade Harry the Hawk came coasting by. I just watched him.

I sorta, kinda, don’t really like Harry.  He likes to eat my friends or potential friends.  I really didn’t want Harry to see me…who knows he might want to eat a really sweet, fat, wonderful, old beagle.

I scooted back under the brush a little further.

Harry flew on.

Good!

About that time I noticed we were experiencing raindrops!

YAY!

Raindrops are good.  Cools down the earth and the sky.

Looking around I spied a RAINBOW!

Yippee! I shouted. Bouncing right out from under my bush and bounded over by the equipment, “A RAINBOW!” I bayed

“A RAINBOW!”


“I like rainbows, also. Beagle dog!” a tiny little voice called to me.

Turning around I saw a member of Chip’s family.  “Hey! I haven’t seen you before.  Are you new here?” I asked.

“Well, kinda new.  I’ve been living with my Mom and three siblings. Mom told us we could all go out and play now.  We didn’t have to stay inside with her all the time.”

“Pleased to meet you….” I paused.  “Ur, umm…I don’t think I know your name.  I’m Boomer and you are?”

“Beatrice—Mom says the name means Bringer of Joy in our language.”

“Well, now, isn’t that just perfect.  All things are starting to look up…I met you, the Bringer of Joy and I saw a rainbow.”

Beatrice gave me a huge smile, “I have to go now, Boomer Beagle Dog, it’s starting to get night and Mom told me I had to be back in the nest before dark.  She said danger lurked out of the nest in the dark.”

With that, she flicked her tail at me and was gone.

Hum.  I slept for a long time, I mused.

Dark.  I’m not looking forward to another night out here, but I guess I slept way too long today and here I am.

In the darkening evening.

BUT

I Saw a RAINBOW and I Met Beatrice.  Things are looking up!

I trotted down to the little creek and got a good drink of water, then put one paw in front of the other to head myself home.

In One Beat of the Heart — Thursday, June 26, 2019

High in the sky

In a flash of feathers

 

Appearing and disappearing, emerging solid and larger than life

 

Dipping closer and closer

was the sad fact for the little chipmunk, but a necessary lunch in the of the circle of life.

Sigh.

From my world to yours,

Linda

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 Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Mindy Min-Min Cat-Cat Brown

This is Mindy Min-Min Cat-Cat Brown

You’ve met Mindy before.  She has been with me for a spell now.

We are good friends.

Actually, I’m good friends with lots of animals, but Mindy and I live in the house together.

Well, we come into the house and go out of the house and hang out and do stuff together all the time.

Mindy is a feral cat who decided she wanted a family.  She came to us when she was somewhere around five years old.  So, Mindy must be around 6 or 7 now, Mom isn’t sure.  I’m not sure and Mindy says she doesn’t know or care how old she is…she is just glad to have a family.

Mom lets Mindy into the house when she sits at the door and yowls…which isn’t often, but it does happen.  (Like if it’s raining outside.)

Most of the time Mindy prefers hunting.  Or going with Dad to irrigate, or hang by Mom when she is working in her yard.

Most of the time Mindy wants to be outside!

Sometimes Mindy and I take walks together, but not often.

She thinks I have some pretty strange friends…friends she considers ‘un-safe-for-cats’.

She also thinks I have some friends that might be good for her tummy.  I don’t let her come with me when I visiting THOSE friends.

So anyway…Here is My Best Cat friend…Mindy. She is lots and lots of fun!

(Oh, by the way…that cut on her lip was from when she was a lot younger and a big bird in the sky tried to eat her.  Mindy said she got away by the skin of her lip.)

Boomer Beaglie Brown