Don’t make a sound
In the middle of the Back Forty and
And all the green growing things.
At the top of the day!
The silent stalkers hunting
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Off Mom (and Dad) and I went on the four-wheeler…. time to change the water.
Mom sat me down.
I hung around for a time, watching Mom.
Pretty soon Mom was caught up in digging and shoveling and—you know, Stuff.
So Off I went.
Heck, there are things to see and stuff to learn about out on the farm, hanging with Mom and Dad is rather BORING!
I snuffled and sniffed my way over to WAIT!
Stanley stopped munching on the peanuts Mom puts out for him.
“Hey, Boomer! Long time no see!”
I wonder what scared him.
Nothing happening out here, but a flock of corn birds flying around.
I looked up just then
and saw HAWK!
OH! That’s enough to scare anyone!
Just about that time I heard Mom hollering for me… “BOOMER LET’S GO!”
Time to go.
“Forward we go, Mom!” I yipped.
Forward we go!
I watched Mom got into the car. Not just any car, THE CAR…and off they sped. Mom and Dad.
I took myself,
and around corners
and over to the Butler Bins.
Then around that corner where I ran into
Freddy and conversed for a spell, then he took off. I still hung around checking out this and that,
I slid into the cornfield on the other side of the ditch.
Mom and I think that coyote caused some damage to the young buck hanging around.
Hide, shiver, shake.
Back over the ditch, I went, again…
QUAIL! Whew! That thing scattered fast. I guess it thought I was DANGER!
Maybe Mom and Dad are back!
Back into the yard…a tad tired.
I was just getting ready to have a talk with Stanly when a loud rumble came roaring down the long, long, lane…
BAY! BARK! HOWL!!!
Sniff around the tires while the man got out and walked to the back door then walked back and got in. In-between all his walking I got in three 3! Pees next to his tires. THREE! I can’t get my leg up in the air anymore, but I sure can leave a puddle or three!
Then the guy back up and was gone.
Well, nothing more to do…I checked here and then I walked over to there.
I was starting to get tired and bored!
I heard something!
I ran as fast as I could to the bridge.
YES! There were Mom and Dad!
WOOF! WOOF! BAYYYYYYYYY!
Good, they are back.
I watched them park the car up and get out.
Inside we went for a long nap.
Then later on in the afternoon, Mom said, “Come on, Boomer. Let’s go for a ride.”
So WE did!
I sometimes get to thinking this blog is rather repetitious
I seem to only write about the sky, the plants on the farm
Irrigating…morning, noon, night
Animals which move around in the night
And the day
The worker bee of the farm...the whole farm runs on this one person, you do understand
Sometimes I liven things up a tad
OR a daytime sighting of a typically nocturn fox
Oh, Yes, I forgot we do have the returning deer
And the joyful visit of grandchildren and granddogs
And that sweet little beagle
And that very independent cat.
Not only the work of spring, summer, and fall, the work of winter
I suppose it may be repetitious
It is our life…
Shared with you on this wee little space in time
a miracle on our tiny spot of Earth and Sky
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Just for fun, I put up two, game cameras
These two seem to be hanging out in our yard at night
With two there might be three
This little fox passes by the Butler Bins on a regular bases
Around the corner, he/she runs
That same corner shows another predator ‘come a visiting’
And into our yard, her/she comes
Even Oreo walks freely around the Butler Bins
And in our yard
Morning…they all vanish.
Making those who move about in the daylight….rather glad they don’t move about in the night.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Dad came home telling Mom (and Mindy and me) that the very cold, freezing temperatures the last three nights, froze all the little onion plants the onion farmers had up.
Dad also said that the alfalfa is looking mighty sad…too much cold.
Then Mom told Dad that she noticed all the apricots froze and so did the buds of the Pear trees.
And her spring flowers.
It has been so cold at night Mindy and I think it must be February all over again. So, we stay inside all toasty and warm.
Even though we are inside the game camera gets photos of:
The Creatures of the Night!
Mom and I still go for a walk at night
(not far, my knee is better, but not really well). Mom says a short walk is good, a long walk
That works for me. I still get all the news when I get up in the morning, go out after breakfast and CHECK things out.
THAT is GOOD!
Boomer Beaglie Brown
Well, it took some doing. First Freddy fox set up a Foxy Yell (go here to hear a fox yell) Then Freddy made a huge dash into the now empty of water canal. All this started the coyotes hollering (go here to hear the sound of coyotes hollering), which made Mindy claw her way onto my back.
The second I felt her claws latch onto my thigh then onto my back I took off running as fast as I could.
Now you must remember…I am NOT a young beagle anymore. I am actually an ancient beagle…just say’n.
Thus, being elderly I couldn’t run as fast as I would like and on top of me was a five-pound cat! Now this cat was NOT just sitting up there enjoying herself, she was digging her mouse-killing claws into my back as far in as she could dig. AND SHE WAS YELLING AT THE SAME TIME!
I tried to run and tell Mindy to hush up, but that was like pushing water upstream.
Finally, I fell down in a huge panting heap. I was totally exhausted… (older dogs have a tendency to gain weight, you do realize, don’t you?) So, Not only was I old, and exhausted my weight got to me. I thought I was having a heart attack I was so tuckered out.
Mindy screamed at me to get up, to keep running.
I just couldn’t go any further.
I was done.
I laid there on the soil panting and huffing when Freddy raced by covering me in dirt. He screeched to a stop, turned around, started walking back to Mindy and I. Mindy peeled out off my back and climbed straight up on some of Dad’s equipment I was resting by.
Just as Freddy got two feet from my face three coyotes arrived. Splitting up one went one way, the other went the other way and the third one just stood and stared at Freddy, Mindy and I.
Mindy screamed and scrambled way deep into the corn combine. I just laid there. The end had come. I was done for, there was no way I could run, besides there were three coyotes on three sides of me and a big combine behind me so…lets’ face it I was trapped.
It was over, I was pretty sure.
Suddenly Freddy started yelping his Foxy call; dashing toward one coyote; then the other.
“You just think you nasty creatures are going to get us—” Freddy taunted, swishing his big fluffy tail this way and that.
The main coyote growled, placed one paw in front of the other, slunk way down to his belly and started coming closer and closer.
When out of nowhere a nose-stinging, eye-burning green fog filled the air all around us—Freddy, Combine, ME and the three coyotes!
Everyone was rolling on the ground, digging at their eyes and noses whimpering. Freddy jumped up first, scampered through the three coyotes and was gone.
Then the three coyotes dashed into the deep darkness of the night yelping and hollering
I was so stunned with the green fug that I could not only not see, or smell anything I couldn’t even THINK what to do, or what had happened.
“Hi, Boomer!” Oreo greeted me. “Seems you were in a bit of mess, just a little second or so ago. I thought I might help you out.”
Oreo was laughing and chuckling almost rolling on the ground.
“OREO! You are a life-saver!” I put my paw on his tiny little paw and gave him a little paw hug.
“Yes, I think so.” Oreo modestly replied. “Well, off now, I have grubs and bugs to find to fill my tummy.”
I watched him walk off, turn around once he got out into the field and give me HIGH TAIL WAVE!
So, there you have it. Mindy crawled out the combine, not a whiff of green fug on her fur, the coyotes were gone. Freddy left. And we were not far from the house and our beds inside.
“Say”, Mindy told me as we walked toward the back door, “I like going on adventures with you, Boomer. Let’s do it again sometime.”
I gather up what strength I had left and I ran to the back door and bayed and bayed until Mom came; opened the door where we both dashed inside.
Which after a long scolding, a big bath…Mom gagging all over the place. I finally got to go to sleep.
It’s cold! Very cold. Like 5*f (-15c), this morning when I woke Mom up at dark o’thirty.
Who cares! Well, I care but, NOT THAT MUCH! You see I HATE using my litter box! I HATE IT! Although I WILL if I HAVE TOO.
But when Mom and Dad are home I don’t HAVE too. I just pounce and walk heavy all over the sleeping hoo-mans.
I don’t usually walk heavy, nor do I pounce, but when Nature calls…I AM POUNCING AND WALKING LARGE!
Yesterday was nasty.
Mindy Lou Kit-Kat Brown
P.S. Of course when I want in I YELL loudly at the back door until one of my people opens it and lets me in.
Then I run in like a predator was after me
…scuttle over to “MY SPOT” by the woodstove and take a long winter’s nap!
I so agree! (And this kitten looks like ME!)
Off I went…over hill and dale. Hill and Dale, consists of going over the top of COYOTE Hill and down into the valley by COYOTE Hill.
I kept on keeping on then suddenly I ran into a rank nasty smell——–COYOTE POOP!
And it’s FRESH!
OH! MY! GOODNESS!
Coyotes are in the area!
I sat down to ponder what to do next. It seemed rather quickly that the sun sat and there I was in the dark!
On COYOTE HILL!
With FRESH COYOTE POOP just before my eyes and nose!
What am I going to do!?!?!
Dark came up and swallowed me while I sat there.
I couldn’t decide which way to go or which way to turn. If the coyote poop was fresh then that means coyotes are here, close by, like right NEXT to me.
While I was sitting there, still as a statue a coyote came trotting up and over the hill.
I about passed out.
Scooting myself under a brush I tried to make myself small, small, small.
The coyote moved on. Trotting over the little hill looking for food.
I was just crawled out from under my safety brush when the family of Raccoons came running by…fast.
As fast as raccoons can run!
One of the raccoons ran right smack dab into me bowling me over.
“Get up dog! Coyotes are coming…four of them. They are just about here!”
I scrabbled in terror and started running with the raccoons.
We ran and ran and ran finally reaching a place of safety.
We all hid again.
Then there the coyotes were; moving along in a zig-zap fashion sniffing the ground hunting for MICE!
Oh, thank you so much. Mice are hard to catch, very time consuming, and require lots of concentration.
The raccoons and I huddled together and waited. It wouldn’t do to move around now and draw attention to us…. we are all much bigger than mice and could fill tummies much easier and much fuller. Just say’n.
We sat there waiting and waiting and waiting.
The night grew darker. And darker.
There wasn’t a moon in the sky and the stars were hidden behind clouds.
“I’m going for help!” the littlest Raccoon announced in a whisper. “We need help!” with that statement he was gone.
The night wore on.
The coyotes kept right on hunting, moving here and there. Sometimes stopping to chew on a mouse. We could hear the crunch of little bones and the squelch of teeth…oh! My!
Then the little raccoon was back. And with him—-
YAY! I almost jumped up and out of my hidden spot
We all high-fived each other gave our weapon (Oreo) paws up with big smiles on our faces.
Our little hero walked off, with a purposeful stride, heading right toward the coyotes.
We saw the tail raise
BAM! The air around us, the coyotes and our little weapon, Oreo, turned the air into the most satisfying odor of all skuniness!!!!
We were saved!
The coyotes ran off howling!
We rolled out of our hiding places roaring with laughter!
It was a joyous and wonderful occasion.
After ever so long.
I woke up.
No, Handsome the Pheasant.
No, Stewart the Squirrel.
No Stanley, Stewart’s brother.
Just me myself and I.
And it was dark.
Not even a moon in the sky.
ALTHOUGH, Mom would love it out here the stars were scattered hugely up there in the blue velvet of the sky.
I took myself down and got a drink of water, My that tastes good. Then stuck my nose into the air trying to get my bearings.
Oh, I know where I am. I also know how far away the house is and Mom and Dad. What I don’t know is who is out here with me and do I need to be concerned.
I had just started up the little incline heading back toward the four-wheeler road going around the bottom of the new alfalfa field when my nose picked up someone coming toward me.
Then my eyes picked up a big black furry animal with a white strip waddling here and there alongside the alfalfa field.
“OREO!” I hollered.
Oreo the skunk, stopped in alarm. Lifted his tail and flung his body in a circle, always pointing the tail in the direction he thought the danger was coming from.
“STOP! OREO! STOP! It’s me, Boomer!” I bayed at him while making sure I was in front of Oreo not in the back of Oreo.
“Boomer? Boomer, what are you doing up here?” Oreo lowered his tail and I trotted forward.
“Just checking things out, Oreo. Mom and Dad are not doing lots of farming anymore and I got bored. I miss seeing all my friends out here on the farm. Momma Deer and her fawns, Kit and his Mom, the bunnies, Ruth, the Owl, you know, all my friends.” I explained.
Oreo started walking, so I fell in beside him. “Well, I can take you over to where Momma Deer is staying this year. It’s not far from where we are now. As for Kit and the bunnies or Ruth. I’ve not run into any of them for a spell.”
“Although, I have crossed paths with some new coyotes to the farm.”
“COYOTES!” Shudder, shake. “Let’s stay away from them. New coyotes? New coyotes to the farm?” I sat down, bringing my back leg up to my chin I gave my jaw a good scratch. Sure, felt nice.
“Yeah. New to the neighborhood. Three of them. Two males and a female, or is it two females and a male, maybe it’s three females. I’m not sure. I just know they are new and looking to take over the farm as their own.
I saw one of the coyotes checking out a snack awhile back. I hid. I didn’t want to have to shoot one and have the other two attack me.”
Oreo waddled on totally unconcerned about coyotes.
“Well, if you want to see Momma Deer you had better come with me. She’s not far from us now.” Oreo turned his head over his shoulder and gave me a stare.
“Oh. Right On! I’m right there with you.”
We trotted on into the night. Oreo and I.