Tra-la-la-la, hum, just skipping along
OH! MY! GOODNESS!
RUN!!!!
Life on a Colorado Farm,
Linda
Tra-la-la-la, RUN —- Monday, August 16, 2021
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Tag Archives: coyote
That Brutal World We Live In — Wednesday, July 21, 2021
While out-and-about
I saw a coyote (from a distance) hanging out where the swather had been sitting and where the squirrels were playing.
He/she was sporting the Summer-fur look.
POUNCE!
A quick dash off.
Sigh!
I drove the four-wheeler over to the spot, to save the rest of the surry of squirrels, at least for a short while.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Those Who Travel in the Half World — Sunday, March 21, 2021
Caught on the game cam
As bold as you please
Right by the barn.
This is exactly why Mindy has to stay inside at night.
Although, she sometimes doesn’t want to.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We (Will Seem to) Pause for a Little Spell—Wednesday, December 23, 2020
Today we are in the shift…from the longest night of the year, where darkness drags on and on
Where shadows grow long early in the day
and swirl heavily into the evening
But gradually, ever so slowly, the daylight hours will stretch
(Coyote visiting our yard 😦 )
And the night time minutes grow shorter and shorter
Sunlight will stretch a few seconds longer and longer each and every day
Until the seconds become minutes
Then the minutes will become an hour
At which time we reach Daylight Saving time, where we have a full hour added to our daily Sunlight
But even though the days grow longer,
For two full months, January and February
The days will grow colder and colder
Hopefully with moisture
Called snow.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, Sunday, September 20, 2020
Shhhhhh
Don’t make a sound
There!
In the middle of the Back Forty and
And all the green growing things.
At the top of the day!
The silent stalkers hunting
Shhhhhhhhhh
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know Chapter Eight, Friday, August 14, 2020
Chapter Eight
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!
“Hey, Hi, Stanley!
Stanley stopped munching on the peanuts Mom puts out for him.
“Hey, Boomer! Long time no see!”
I just started to make myself comfortable when Stanley came to attention, then suddenly jumped down; ZOOM he was gone.
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!”
Okay.
Time to go.
I trotted back to Mom. She picked me up and sat me right back down on my comfy spot on the four-wheeler.
“Forward we go, Mom!” I yipped.
Forward we go!
Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Seven, Friday, July 31, 2020
Chapter Seven
I watched Mom got into the car. Not just any car, THE CAR…and off they sped. Mom and Dad.
I took myself,
this and
that way,
here and
there,
up and
down,
and around corners
and over to the Butler Bins.
Then around that corner where I ran into
FREDDY FOX!
Freddy and conversed for a spell, then he took off. I still hung around checking out this and that,
OH! HIDE!!!
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.
Whew! Gone!
Back over the ditch, I went, again…
QUAIL! Whew! That thing scattered fast. I guess it thought I was DANGER!
Home again I went.
Maybe Mom and Dad are back!
Back into the yard…a tad tired.
Sat down in the shade when through the garden ran
STANLEY!
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!
WAIT!
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.
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Then later on in the afternoon, Mom said, “Come on, Boomer. Let’s go for a ride.”
So WE did!
A Gift of Earth and Sky—Thursday, July 23, 2020
I sometimes get to thinking this blog is rather repetitious
I seem to only write about the sky, the plants on the farm
My yard
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,
Linda
When We Think the World is Silent—Tuesday, July 21, 2020
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
Yes!!!
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,
Linda
The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Not Good, Friday, April 17, 2020
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.
Not Good!
Then Mom told Dad that she noticed all the apricots froze and so did the buds of the Pear trees.
And her spring flowers.
Not Good!
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:
Yep.
The Creatures of the Night!
Not Good!
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
Not Good!
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
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