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The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Not Good, Friday, April 17, 2020

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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

 

 

Mindy and Boomer Have an Adventure Chapter Twelve Friday, February 28, 2020

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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.

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Brrr, But Who Cares, Mindy, November 1, 2019

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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

Off on an Adventure Chapter Eleven

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Chapter Eleven

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!

Alone.

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.

Shudder!!!

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

A WEAPON!

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.

 

Off on an Adventure Chapter Four

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Finally.

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.

Very 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.

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— What’s Happened with the Coyote

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Mom started wondering what happened with the coyote…

no longer has she seen signs of coyote in the yard

or on the game camera she put on the little trail the coyote seemed to be using crossing the long, long lane and through the lawn to get to where my dog houses were.

SO…. Mom and I took down the game camera and hopped on the four-wheeler.

 

Off we went way over where the equipment is stored on the other side of the farm. Where I jumped off and searched the ground thoroughly for news.

Humm.

Yep…coyotes.

Now, Mom doesn’t know if one of these coyotes is THE coyote coming onto the yard, but at least there are no longer signs of coyote on the grass or the road or around any of the buildings; it just might be safe to say the coyote has moved on and joined a pack.

At least that is what Mom and I want to think.

Boomer

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— This is Not Good! Not Good at ALL!

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“Hey, Boomer!”  Houston barked at me.  “You have a HUGE problem, did you know?”

I hurried to where Houston (Houston is my dog cousin who comes to visit once in a while.  She lives in Alamosa, Colorado most of the time.)

was sniffing here and there up and down the long, long lane to our farm.

“Oh! Yes, I know.  Mom and Dad also know.

Coyote.

FEMALE coyote.  Mom is very concerned.”  I explained to Houston.

“Well, you also have raccoons,” Houston announced.

“Yes, we know,” I replied

“And a fox.  I think it might be Kit, but I don’t really know.”

“You have a huge problem, Boomer…just huge.”

Houston kept on sniffing around here and there.

“And Mom really doesn’t know what to do about it.  She can figure out the raccoons and the fox, but the coyote is a whole different thing.  And a female coyote, which means she probably has a litter of pups somewhere close by and that means a huge need for FOOD!”

So, for now, Mom makes Mindy and I stay inside at night ALL NIGHT LONG and has turned the chicken house into a fort until the whole predator thing (meaning the female coyote) is solved she said we can’t go outside at night.

Until then…

Mindy and I stay inside at night.

Boomer

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Mom Puts Her Foot Down

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Mom was out picking up poop…. I know, I know…not a savory subject to talk about, but still.  Well, Poop Happens and since I’m a dog and, well, I think you understand.

So Mom was out going over the lawn with two plastic bags in her hand, she was holding a plastic bag and had her hand in a plastic bag; I watched her so I know.

Anyway up and down and back and forth she went bending over and scooping up then dropping into one bag, suddenly she stopped.

“Oh! No!” Mom exclaimed.

I rushed right over to where she stood and looked at POOP!

“Boomer, this is coyote poop and it’s right in the grass, right here on the lawn!” This is NOT a good thing!”

Mom continued on with her ‘duty’, then deposited the two white bags and headed into the house.

I waited outside on the sidewalk.

Then out came Dad and Mom.  Mom walked right over to the coyote poop and told Dad she was going to set up a game camera to see what is going on.

Dad agreed.

I wagged my tail.  I could tell her, but she wouldn’t understand what I was saying.

Mindy zipped over in her little Mindy cat dance, “What’s all the fuss, Boomer?”

“Coyote Poop.”

“Yeah, I know.  That’s why I don’t like hanging around outside in the dark too much anymore” Mindy replied to me.

“Let’s follow Mom and see what she is up to,”  I took off after Mom.

“Oh!  Game Camera!”

Mom put it on the long, long, lane and one looking at the lawn.

Then we waited.

Two days later Mom went out and got the camera, took it upstairs and

Yep.  Coyote.  Mindy and I knew that.

Then Mom set her foot down…will not really, she always sets her foot down when she walks,

but this time she told me “No running off, Boomer!  No adventures.  None!  And no sleeping outside, just because you want too.”

Then she looked very sternly at me “You understand, Boomer?”

I said I did, for you see I already knew.

It just took Mom a long time to figure out.

I looked at her and whapped the tip of my tail on the kitchen floor.  Little tiny whaps…just so she could understand, I understood, that if I stayed outside or ran off on an adventure Mom would not be happy with me.

So here we are…living in Coyote Country right in the yard.

Boomer

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—-Mom Has Computer Troubles

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Mom’s computer broke…well it really didn’t break, nor did it die, but the nasty “Time to Update” happened—after which Mom’s computer would NOT OPEN.

So Mom called her Computer Repair guy.  He was out on a call and would come by late afternoon to see what he could do.

So there was nothing to be done on the computer—-all day.  Which didn’t mean Mom did nothing.

She and Dad worked on removing nails from a building they salvaged,

cleaned up around the hay stackyard, loaded out another load of hay, cooked lunch, patched a roof on the tile house…

and in general, kept really busy!

 

Then late, late in the day!  The computer was repaired and good to go again!

Mom, Dad, and I  (also Mindy and the two chickens)  all danced with joy.

 

But more than all us…Mom was more than delighted!

Off to bed now.  It’s been a long day!

Boomer

Silvering the Land—-Sunday, June 24, 2018

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The almost full moon was lovely last night.  Casting silver light everywhere

After we went for a wee ride

Sat the last tube in the furrow, we went in for the short summer rest, which seems to occur this time of year.

Later, much later, feeling restless Boomer, Mindy and I went for a short walk.  I don’t like to travel too far when I have the cat trailing behind, or bouncing ahead, or running and hiding in the corn stalks.

It was a good thing I was still close to home just by the hay stackyard, when instinct, that voice of God, which we often ignore

Said, ”shhhhhhh.  Stop, go back, hurry, grab the cat, and get over next to the barn.”

Which I listened to and followed exactly to the letter.

The light from the moon shining brightly on a lone coyote rushing through the shadows which haunt the darkness.

We headed back carefully…through the old corrals, cat in arms, Boomer at my feet, until safe in the farmyard, where we all went into the house for a short summer nap.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda