The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter One

Well, here we are again.  Mom and Dad and I are way over by the equipment area checking out something or other.  I don’t know what they are checking out, but I’m checking out all the leftovers from the cows and calves.

I was snuffing here and there and everywhere, when walking up on the ditch bank; I …..Smelled SMOKE!

I hoped over the ditch bank and ran a short distance into the stubble of last year’s field and gave a big sniff.  First I sniffed in the west that is where fires usually come in the spring.  The neighbor down the way has a BIG habit of burning off his fields.  Sometimes he leaves his fires and goes away…one year he did that and his fire ran up his pasture then onto the hills of our farm then onto the farmed part of our farm! It was a bad deal.

Nope.  Nothing coming from that direction.  Then I sniffed in the North…one time we had another neighbor burn off his land and leave and well…you know the rest of that Story….Nope.  Everything okay from that part of the farm.

Then I turned east!

WOOF!  BAAY!!! HOLLER!!! MOM! DAD!  FIRE!!! THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE!!!

I screamed as loud as I could.  Right about that moment Mom and Dad saw the smoke and flames also.

“What’s happening?!?”  Mom asked Dad.

Dad just shook his head and muttered something.

“Terry, it looks like the whole cornfield right next to the house is on fire” Mom exclaimed.

“It is.” Dad replied. “I just don’t get this need to burn off fields, supposedly the burn puts a little nitrogen back into the land, but I’ll bet it’s mighty little.”

With that Mom and Dad got back to work.  As for me…since they weren’t concerned I just went back to searching out goodies.

“Boomer!”  Mom called.  “Let’s go.”  I hurried back to Mom where she picked me up and plunked me down on the back of the four-wheeler.

“Whew, Boom! At your age you can’t eat like you have been doing.  I think you’ve put on four pounds!  I’ll be glad when the cows and calves leave and Dad gets everything worked back in the soil.  You are now officially on a diet!”

“Shish, Mom!  I’ve been on a diet for two weeks already.  You’ve got me so hungry I HAVE to go find food wherever I can find it.”  I looked up at her and gave her my sweetest, kindest grin and several little tiny thumps of my tail.

“Oh, you cute, dog!”  Mom petted me; gave me a big kiss on the nose.  “We go through this every year…the cows come, you gain weight, I put you on a diet, the cows leave and you get back to normal weight again.  What a routine we have, you and I.”   With that she was on the four-wheeler and we were heading home.

Right after lunch Mom came in from outside….I was resting on my dog bed and Dad was looking through the mail—-Mom was cleaning up after lunch and had taken some trash to the trash barrel….  “Mr. Davis and his girls are here, Terry, and they are getting ready to sort the cows and take away the ones who have not had their calves yet.”

Dad got up and headed out the door.  I made a huge dash right out behind Dad because the COW DOGS WERE HERE!!!

The cow dogs and I always, I MEAN ALWAYS, have a great time barking at each other.

While Dad talked to Mr. Davis, and after I got yelled at to stop barking—“THAT”S ENOUGH, BOOMER” by Dad.  I made the rounds of the pick-up and the stock trailer lifting my leg and giving everything an excellent squirt or two.  Hee hee.

By the time I was done, Mom was outside.  Mr. Davis, his two daughters and ALL THE COW DOGS got out of the pickup, walked to the back and unloaded all three horses waiting patiently in the trailer.  I thought about barking again, but Mom was there and she just patted her leg and told me to come sit by her.

So I did.

Those cow dogs didn’t even give me a wink of their time….as soon as everyone was up in the saddle they were gone.

Phooey!

Then Mr. Davis’ wife turned the pickup and trailer around and she was gone.  Mrs. Davis will wait at the ‘leave the field for the road’ gate and follow everyone home.

A short while later Mr. Davis and his daughters had the all the cows down by the ‘leave the field for the road’ gate and were shooing the momma cows and calves into a little group. This group of cows will leave the farm the next day or so.  You see the cows with the calves go to a different pasture than the ones going to a maternity pasture.  Also each little calf needs to be strong enough to walk the distance to their new home.  So today…just the soon-to-be- momma’s left our farm.

Mom and I watched them go.

I didn’t bark once.  Although, I did watch those cow dogs carefully.

I mean, you never know if one of them might come back to my side of the field and bark at me.

Boomer

 

 

Very Busy Saturday — March 9, 2014

All our days are seem to  be very busy, but now that late winter is here it seems our days are getting much more active.

First thing in the morning we headed off to Loma—outside of Grand Junction to the last consignment sale of the winter (which we attend).  It was stunningly packed with people and items to sell.  Packed!

Sale-2After waiting in line, for some time, Terry got a number and we headed off to see if there was something we just could NOT live without.

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The place was packed with ‘stuff’, equipment and implements.  We didn’t see anything we just Had to Have.  After watching a few things  sell we headed back home.

That afternoon it was time to start the creation of the water trough. There is  a ditch which leaves our neighbors farm onto our farm…once water touches your farm that water is now yours and your responsibility–unless it is in the canal.  (The water company has a right-of-way through all farms along the route from the reservoir to the river.)

In order to not have the irrigation water from our neighbor’s ditch wash away the good soil and create large crevasses and groves Terry has created a cement trough to a pipe.  It was at the end of the pipe we were starting to get a huge mess.

Yesterday afternoon Terry and I cemented the end of the pipe and built a water trough that will protect the ground around the pipe.

WT2

I was in charge of mixing the cement (520 pounds of cement)

WT1

Terry was the cement artist.

We got done about dark.  This doesn’t look like it took much work, but believe me it was.

Our oldest granddaughter and a little friend of hers walked over to see what we were doing and stayed for a time ‘helping’.  Of course, when you are 9 helping means writing in the cement!  🙂  By the time we were ready for the ‘helping part’ they had wandered on home by way of the whole farm — counting baby calves and seeing if they just ‘might’ get to see one being born.

Evening

That evening Linky (our oldest granddaughter) and Tally (our youngest granddaughter) came back to spend the evening with Grammy and Grandpa…when asked if Linky and her BFF got to see a calf being born she had to reply no…BUT they did see a calf that had just been born and was getting all the yucky stuff off by the Mom.  Her BFF was suitably excited about the whole process.  I wonder what her parents thought…..

We took the little girls to eat at Wendy’s and then up to Uncle Evan’s so they could play with his two little dogs, two cats, one turtle and watch the fish swim in the aquarium.  Then we stopped by Aunt Shannon’s to check out Tommy the Turkey and his new girl friend/wife, the hens, her three dogs and one cat.  Then we headed home to watch cartoons.

Monday Terry starts more tractor work.  The cows leave. -Mr. Davis and Theresa have already taken out the ones who still have to calve.- Monday they will remove all the mom’s and the new little ones, leaving us cowless until next February.  I will work on the other stuff of getting a farm back up and in the production mode.  I guess you could say we  will begin in earnest on Monday.

Off now to do all the stuff that is hollering to me to get done!

Have a good one!

Your friend,

Linda