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
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
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
Life on a Colorado Farm 