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
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
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
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!
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!
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
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
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
Chapter Twelve
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.
(From Pinterest)
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.
But today the sun is shining, the frost is heavy on the ground and I say it’s time to get out there and catch a mouse or two.
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!
(from Pinterest)
I so agree! (And this kitten looks like ME!)
Mindy
