Off on an Adventure Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

We all started toward the Alfalfa field, me wondering just what the deer thought I could eat when suddenly

the family of raccoons ran by us as fast as they could run.

Momma Deer and King and I jumped and skittered and scrabbled to hold our footing as they ran under our feet and silently melted into some brush.

“That was strange,” Momma deer mussed. “I wonder what is…….”

“RUN!” King bellowed

“RUN!”

We all looked up!

Than RAN!

 

 

Off on an Adventure Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Just then a family of Raccoons scuttled out of the brush heading toward the cement ditch chattering and talking loudly.

“SHHHHHH!”  Momma deer stamped her foot.

“SHHHHH!” The rest of us said with her.

“What’s the problem?” Momma Raccoon stopped right in her tracks. “We are just heading to wash our food so we can eat.  It’s been a right nice evening; we found a whole pile of dried corn. We need to get to the ditch and soften it up and have us a right big supper.”

“Coyotes!” I whispered.  “Two big groups of Coyotes on the farm.”


“Calm down kids. Danger ahead” Momma Raccoon put her paw on each little head. “Coyotes….take care. Shhhhh.”  With that, she pushed her children on; past us onto the farm road and then right by the curve where the dirt ditch meets the cement ditch.

“Go ahead, Little ones eat up.  Keep one ear open and one eye on the brush, but eat up.  We have us a right nice supper.”

 

The deer and I watched the little family sitting happily in the mud, dipping their paws in the water, then putting the corn into their mouths.

“Supper is a very good thing,” King announced. “Let’s head on over to alfalfa field and get us a mouthful of something green.” He shook his head and walked off.

“You better come with us, Boomer. There is always safety in numbers.

Meanwhile——————–

Off on an Adventure Chapter Five

Oreo and I trotted on.  Well, he trotted on and I walked very, very, slowly so as to not leave Oreo in the dust.

Passing by one of the fences I screeched to a stop.  One really can’t screech if one is barely walking, but I did do a sort of pause, then a backup, then I pointed.

Yes, I pointed.  I forgot Oreo could care less about Beagle signals.

“RABBIT!” I whispered.

Oreo kept on coming, waddling a little bit faster when he saw me stop and point. Suddenly Oreo was spinning around pointing his back end in the same direction as I was doing the Beagle point….tail straight out back, back as straight as an arrow, nose pointed in the direction of interest, and right front paw picked up and curled under my chest, me standing as straight and still as possible.

“WAIT! Do not shoot!”  Will the rabbit scrabble as fast as he could under the fence then turned around and peered through the hole between the boards of the fence, “I’m just a rabbit!  I can’t harm either one of you.” Will squeaked extremely loud.

“RABBIT?” Oreo spun back around and gave me a dirty look. “RABBIT? Come, Boomer, a rabbit can’t hurt anyone, let alone you or me.”

“I didn’t say it was an enemy,” I replied puzzled at the scorn in Oreo’s face. “I just pointed so you could see Will, and I whispered rabbit.”

Oreo just flapped his tail in the dirt and gave me a vicious glare and waddled off toward and under a Rabbit Brush.

“Well, I guess that’s that.” I mused to myself.  “I wonder if I will be able to find Momma deer by myself now.”

“I know where Momma deer is,” Will wiggled back under the fence and hopped over to see me.

“Gosh, Boomer.  It’s been a long time since I saw you last. Why I think I was just about to leave my Mom the last time I saw you.”

“WILL! Now I remember! YOU HAVE GROWN!”  Look at you all big and soft and fluffy!  You know where Momma deer is living now? Cool!  Let’s go find her!”  I whapped my tail on the ground, raising little puffs of dirt.

It was just about that moment in time when the brush next to us started shuddering and shaking; Will and I froze in place.  Only Will’s little nose was wiggling up and down in a very rapid way.

We were so frightened I don’t think either one of us could move, when out of the brush came KING!

COOL!

King with his new set of antlers.  King walked on a spell, then just before he got to us, he had to stop and give his back leg a good scratch with his teeth.

I was so relieved that I bayed out loud, “KING! KING! It’s so good to see you.”

King raised up his head in alarm and started to bound away.

“NO! Don’t go! It’s me King, Boomer!  Stop!”

King stopped and stared at me.  And at Will.

“Goodness, Boomer, you gave me a huge fright. I was afraid it was one of those new coyotes on the farm and I knew I couldn’t fight off with my little antlers.”

“It’s just me, King, and Will the rabbit.  We are heading over to find Momma Deer. But you are here now so maybe you can take me to Momma Deer.  It would be really good to see her again, also.”

The brush shuddered again and out stepped Momma deer…” You are looking for me, Boomer?” Momma deer said in her warm soft voice.

“YAY! You are here! Both of you!  This is nice!” I bayed.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Momma Deer put her hoof on my nose.

“Ow! Your hooves are sharp,” I admonished Momma Deer.

“Sorry, but stopped being so loud, Boomer. We have new coyotes on the farm and they seem to be searching for new territory.  We don’t want to draw them to us.”  Momma deer put her face down close to mine.

“Be very, very quiet… these are dangerous times on the farm. There are coyotes everywhere.”

 

 

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— On the Game Camera

Mom likes to move the game camera here and there and everywhere.  She says it’s fun to see what shows up.

So here we go—Game Camera Time

Mom and I off on one of our walks.

Going

Coming Back

Almost Home

Then she put it by the equipment area to see if there were still coyotes

There are.

So, Dad, Mom and I went for a ride to see if we could find the den

First, we went out at night

We didn’t find anything

Then we went in the daytime

And didn’t find anything

Dad thinks they are living on the neighbor’s over in the brush hill, but we don’t know for sure.

So far there hasn’t been coyote sign in the yard or the farmyard since Spring started.  Mom says THAT is a very good thing.

So Mom brought it home and put it in the garden

Life is good!

Boomer Beaglie Brown a.k.a Boomer Sherlock Brown

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Haley

Haley is the farm renter’s dog.  She is nice!  I mean really nice.  But she hardly ever gets to get out and play with me.

Still, we have a great time talking to each other anyway.

Although, Haley told me she gets to get out and sniff out the news of the farm.

Which reminded me.

“Did you know we have lots of coyotes of the farm, Haley?”  I asked.

“NO!” Haley answered in a quivery voice.  “I’m scared of coyotes!”

“You should be” I replied. “We have some of the meanest, baddest, coyotes in the whole wide world living here on the farm.”

“I mean the meanest, baddest, biggest, ugliest coyotes. They snarl and growl and howl, but the worst part of the coyotes…if they want to eat you for dinner, they are so silent, silenter, silentest slinkest animals ever!”

I watched Haley try to hide behind her human in the side-by-side, her whole body trembling and shaking, causing the side-by-side to shake and roll.

“What’s up, Haley?” Her human turned around and petted Haley. “Boomer is just a little old beagle he can’t hurt you in any way or form.”  Her human kept patting Haley on the head.

“COYOTES!” Haley woofed.  “Boomer says there are COYOTES on the farm.”

Haley’s human turned back to Dad and they kept on talking about this and that and everything.

Gradually Haley got hold of herself, peaked over the edge of the side-by-side and asked, “You better tell me about these coyotes, Boomer. I have a feeling my human is going to learn the hard way…if I can head them off before he learns, then I’ve done a very good thing.”

“Okay,” I replied, “The meanest, baddest, biggest, ugliest coyote is THORINA!  Thorina is the mate to Thor they are legendary in these parts for killing more chickens, turkeys, cats and stray dogs than any other lean-limbed, long-haired, scruffy-tailed, yellow eyed, slobbering, hungry-looking coyote around.

In fact, Thorina’s daughter, Trinator, spend the whole winter peeing and pooping on the lawn at our house, looking for food.

Mindy and I made sure we stayed inside.”

“Oh! My Goodness!” Haley looked at me with huge Black Lab eyes…” On your LAWN?”

“Yes, but Mom and Dad took measures and finally ran her off.  Which was a very good thing.”

Haley gulped.

“Anyway, Thorina’s mate is Thor, there is a huge scar from one eye clear to the edge of his long hairy nose.  Whatever he came up against had to have given him a good fight to leave a scar like that!  One ear is all jagged and scraggly and his nose and mouth and lips look like he had been hooked by Boss Cow’s, (meanest, baddest cow on the place) horns.”

Haley sat down with a thump in the back of the side-by-side.  Dad and the farmer just kept on talking.

So, I kept on talking also. “Usually there are at least three or more coyotes hanging around together. They hunt in packs, so be careful.  A dog like you and I would have zero chance against anyone of them.

“Oh!” Shudder, shiver, “How can you tell they are about to pounce on you?”  Haley questioned me.

“They are just like dogs when they are going to attack something, they crouch down real low, fur bristling way up!  Their necks and bodies and even the tips of their tails look fifty times bigger than normal, and they have snarls on their faces; you can see two rows of long white fangs on each face.”

“Dogs attack dogs?” Haley wailed. “I never knew a dog could attack another dog?  Why would a dog attack another dog?  Dogs are for playing with not hurting.”  Haley tried to puzzle out the cruelty of dogs against other dogs.

“It happens, Haley.  It happens.” I said very matter-of-factly.

“Oh!  I want to throw up my breakfast!  This is terrible.”

“I understand, Haley…I’ve been there, right there where I thought the coyotes were going to get me.  Fear is a mighty thing….and I did throw up my food, although it was super, not breakfast.”  I jumped up and put both paws on the tire of the side-by-side.  If I could have put a paw on Haley’s shoulder I would have.

“Sometimes we hear their sad mournful howl wailing in the wind.” I looked Haley right in her big huge brown Black Labrador eyes.

“It is sorta pretty, in a scary, frightening, terrifying kind of way, but if you listen to the words they are really singing for their supper: ‘We need supper…we are hungry…our tummies are empty…food’ the words will repeat a long time.  If you hear them howling in the night, Haley.  Do Not go outside!  And do NOT let your human go outside.”

“Okay, Boomer, okay!”  Just then farmer started the side-by-side and drove off.  I had to quickly jump down quickly and let them drive off.

“Bye, Haley! Bye, remember what I said!”  I bayed to her as they drove off.

I hope she remembers.

Boomer

 

 

 

In the Shadows of Moonlight—Monday, November 26, 2018

A whole world exists

One we can only see if we walk silently

Careful to not let our shadows flicker

Or the flash of the camera startle

Keeping the little news sniffing beagle close to my side

While wandering in the moonlight.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Sing a Night Song

Umpft!  Snort!  Stretch….ahhh!

What am I hearing?

COYOTES!  The Coyotes are close…right in the bean field!

WAKE UP MOM!!! HOWWWWWWWWWWWWWL!

BAYYYYYYYYYY!  OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

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I ran to the grain bins and bayed to the coyotes…Scram you nasty critters! I yelled.  About that time I heard Mom outside–Good!  She scared them away!

Good job!

I trotted back to Mom and we sat on the back step.

Song-3

Wow! What a beautiful night!  It made heart lift in great joy!

So much so I walked into the middle of the lawn; lifted my nose way up in the air, made my mouth into a tiny o, and let out a plaintive sound.

I sang and sang for a very long time.  Trying to reach back, back in time to all those that came before.

When I was done Mom called me over and gave me a big hug.  “I understand, Boomer.  I wish I could reach back in time also” she said.

Song-4

We sat on the back step, just mom and I, letting the silver light flood over us.

Boomer

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Priceless

Hay-customerA HAY CUSTOMER IS HERE!!! DAD!!! YOU HAVE A HAY CUSTOMER!!!  BARK! BARK! BAY! HOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWL!!!

Waiting

Hi, Ya, Sam!  Been catching any mice lately?

Wind

Your fur is getting messed up Monkey?  A bit windy out here for those of you with long fur!

Oh…look here is Mom.

What’ up, Mom!  What cha go’na do?

To-bed-1“Are you up to putting the farm to bed, Boomer?  Come on…we will go on out and get started, Dad will come up when he is done helping loading hay.”

To-bed-2 Mom reached down and picked me up and sat me down behind her on the four-wheeler.  (Mom has to pick me up and put me places ever since I blew my knee out.  My knee is healed now, but neither she nor I want it to get hurt again—so she always picks me up and puts me behind her—or sits me in the back of the pick-up or on the pick-up seat.)

Wait-2

“WAIT!!!!” Monkey yelled…..”I WANT TO GO!”

“No, Monkey—git!  It’s too far up there!  SCRAM!””  Finally Monkey ran back to the yard.Wait-1

Up we went to gather all the siphon tubes and stack them so the cows won’t stomp on them and destroy them.  Cows are like that ya know…if it’s interesting they like to walk on it to see what it will do.  Cracked siphon tubes in hooves is not a good thing, nor is it something Mom and Dad want to deal with either.

Hot

It was hot work…even if the sky acted like it wanted to rain, we all worked up a sweat…Mom even took her coat off…I’m glad I didn’t have a coat like thing on, I was already hot!

BirdUp one field, down another we went, picking up dams and tubes and straightening up anything that might get in the way of the corn combine…then I SAW IT!!!

HALOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Looks like the coyotes got a Big Bird…sniff, sniff..snuff…

“Boomer what you got there?” Mom asked, as she walked up the last of the dirt ditch.

“Oh, sometimes nature is so cruel…my, that was a big bird, I wonder what kind it was.”

hidden-coyote-1

Dad arrived about that time—“Coyotes!  They’ve gotten very brave again…I saw evidence along the equipment area yesterday.”

Pink-1

Yeah, Dad….Mom and I can hear them when we walk at night.  Mom and I think they are hanging out down around the other house.  They wouldn’t be at that house if Hank still lived there, but since he doesn’t they aren’t afraid!

And we see scat everywhere…coyote poop!  I sometimes stop and pee on it.  Makes me feel…GOOD!!!  Tee hee.

“Coyotes…never a good thing.  You stay close by, Boomie, even if it’s daylight you don’t need to be scaring up some coyotes in their den” Mom admonished me.

Not to worry Mom.  Since Fuzzy isn’t here I try to stay within eye-sight of you…I know you don’t have anyone to protect you now.  I can still get the news, but I’m the only dog now, so I know you need me to take care of you.

Gathering-1

‘Come on, Boom, let’s go.

Fun

 

We got done faster with Dad’s help.  A nice little ride on the four-wheeler will cool you down.

Mouse-bucket

Then we need to go check all the water traps for the mice…the mice seem to be rather bad this year also.”  Mom lifted me up, started the engine and off we took right behind Dad.

iop Wind in your ears and cool air on your fur………………priceless!

Boomer

 

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Full Moon on Friday the 13th

lHey, FUZZY!!!  Wake-up, Fuzzy!  Today is Friday the 13th!  Not only is it Friday the 13th we have a FULL MOON— TONIGHT!!!

YIPPEE!!!

We won’t be alive the next time this comes along, in fact Mom and Dad won’t be alive…it won’t happen again until Friday,

August 13th 2049!

How very cool is this!!

Hummmmmmmmmm, snort, skurkle….wha, what, Boomer?

Full Moon, Fuzzy!  AND IT’S FRIDAY THE 13th!

Last year we had three Fridays the 13th’s but this year there is only ONE and there is a Full Moon with it!

Hey, that is pretty neat!  What do you think we should do tonight, Boomer?

Lots of people are really suspicious over dates like this, but I don’t see any reason to be nervous, Fuzzy.   Heck, what bad thing can happen?…the sky is full of bright silver light, we will get to go with a walk with Mom in the moonlight and it’s really warm so we won’t be bothered by the cold at all.

Okay, Boom…let’s get to going:

  1.  First let’s holler over to Hank and let him know it what today is.

Okay…
Bark, Bark, HOWWWLLLLLLL! HEY! HANK!!! GUESS WHAT TONIGHT IS?

WOOF! WOOF!

Bark, Yip, yap….repeat and repeat again and again and again.

Oh, this is good, Pepper is on the line…HEY, PEPPER…You Know what tonight is…..?

Oh!  BOOTS is joining in…Welcome, Boots…guess what tonight is?

Hey, this is really cool everybody in the neighborhood is talking on the dog telephone!

  1. Let’s tell the Coyotes….Every dog in the neighborhood…yipping and yelling!

“You soft as marshmallow house dogs…what do you think you are doing bother us real DOGS?  You are just pretend dogs.  Snarl, growl,

Whooooooooooooooooooooooo!”

  1. OOPS….MOM JUST CAME OUT and MADE US COME INTO THE HOUSE!

Shhhhhhhhhhh, she said

  1.  Pant, pant, puff, pant….sit by Mom’s bed and act like your are suffocating Fuzzy, so we can get back outside…after all TIME IS A WASTING!“Oh, alright…go on back out.  But be quiet!!!”  Mom warned as she let us out the back door.
  1.  RACCOON, FUZZY!  LET’S GO GET HIM!!!

AWHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

BAM!!!! OW!!!!  Boomer!  I tripped and fell and bloodied my nose.

Darn thing, just won’t stop bleeding!

  1. YIKES!   SKUNK ——————– BOOMER!!!  Slow down, boy!  There is a skunk by the grain bin!
  1. Hey, dogs….chitter, chatter,  squeak…you can’t catch me

GET HIM BOOM!!!!  Get the raccoon!!

  1. Come on Fuzzy…he’s heading to the old tree by the canal
  2. Put y’er brakes on Boom…he’s gone.  We’ll never get him up the tree.

Okay, Fuzzy.  Let’s see if there is anything else out here.  We haven’t been this far up the ditch bank for several days…..sniff, sniff, snuff…do you smell anything, Fuzzy?

Nope, not very good, my nose is stuffed up.  But I do think I can smell those two cats from the neighbor way over the way.  They passed here about an hour ago.

10. Boy, the moonlight is sure bright.  Hummmmmmmmmmmm  oh, yes…ahhhhh…ooooooooo, this is really nice.  Come on, Fuzzy…you are going to like this.

11.Ah…no…I don’t think so, Boomer.  That’s just something I really don’t like.

12. Ummmm.  Listen….Mom is out…she’s calling us to go for her mid-night walk.  Well, I guess, tonight it more like her two in the morning walk…  Listen, Boom…we gotta go!

Okay, Fuzzy….just a dollop more.  Mom, is going to love me!  Just wait until she smells this great perfume….roll, wiggle, squiggle, squirm…yes!  I’m ready to go, Fuzzy.

Come on then, Mom is heading our way…we’ will intercept her at the bend in the road.

13. “YUCK!  Boomer!  What in the world did you roll in?”  Mom GAGGED!  (Actually, Mom almost puked)… “Boomer! UGH!”

But it is really nice, Mom.  Really, just take a good whiff…see you do like it.

MOM!!! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?

She went back into the house, Boomer.  I’ll bet you get to have a bath in the morning.

WHAT!  And lose my great perfume?

Darn, I guess a full moon on Friday the 13th does bring some sort’a bad luck.

Perfume

Pout, pout…I really wanted to wear my perfume for a long, long time.

Boomer

 

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Coyotes

BooLast night Mom, Boomer and I went for a short walk.

Walk

 

That is really all I can do now…short, stiff legged walks.  Boom loves to go for huge long walks.  Mom says she likes to walk however we choose to walk.  So if I go along she walks with me and lets Boomer run off sniffing at the news.  I really don’t know how she and Boomer walk, he says he doesn’t either; he has lots of news to check out so he just lets Mom walk however she wants to walk.  Then he comes back and checks on her off and on.

Mr.-Moon-1

Anyway, Mom asked if we wanted to walk up to the new pipe we put in this late winter…

“SURE!” Boomer and I barked.  Then with huge dogie smiles on our faces we headed out to see what we could see.

Walk-2

Dad has part of a field planted in corn. Boomer said he helped Mom and Dad put in the sweet corn yesterday afternoon.  So part of the field corn is in and all the sweet corn.

Dad is out right now working on planting the other acres of corn.  Dad said he is three weeks behind this year…it’s just been too cold and wet to put the seed in the ground.

Walk-4

Anyway, Boom and I were with Mom, just doing the usual dog-things.  A pee here, a pee there, a sniff around this and that, another pee…Mom laughed and asked us how we could ever have SO MUCH pee!

We just laughed with her.

Suddenly Boom was back ….I mean right back, right UNDER Mom’s feet.  Then in my way.

BOOMER!  What is going on?  I growled at him.

hidden-coyote-1

(Photo curtosey from TB over at http://oneflyspictureplace.blogspot.com/–the coyote is in the corner…see if you can find him.)

Coyotes, Fuzz!  Right up there in the Rabbit Brush.

How many, Boom?

Two…I think.  I really can’t see more than two.

We both sniffed the air…yeah, two.

Hummmm, does Mom see them.

I don’t know she is messing with the water coming out of that pipe thingy.

What’cha think they are want’n, Fuzzy?

Walk-3

I don’t know Boomer, but one thing is for sure I don’t want to find out.  It could be that old dog sounds good for supper.

Shiver, shake, and sit as close to Mom as you can Fuzzy, get on her if you have too.  We need her to see there are Coyotes out here!!!

Okay…I will.

Pssst!  I don’t think she brought a gun with her Boomer.  This could be serious!

Mom will know what to do…just get on her so she can to see what we see.

“FUZZY!  What is going on?”  Mom sat up and pushed Fuzzy a little ways off her.

CLIMB BACK ON MOM, FUZZY!

“Fuzz-Dude!  What is the matter?  You act afraid of something?”

HOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWL

Good job, Boomer!  Point your nose toward the coyotes and stand your ground

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR, I’ll do the same thing.  RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR, rumble, mutter, grrrrrrrrrr

Now howl again, I’ll bet Mom can see them if you do that.

Okay, here goes!  BAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!  HAOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWL!

“What to do see, Boom-boy?”

“OH!!! Coyotes!”  Geez, and all I have is a camera.

“Slowly start walking back, boys.  Go slow.  Stay with me….if I have to flash the camera maybe that will scare them off.”

“Boom!  Come on!  You don’t have what it takes to fight a coyote!”

Halloween 008

“Oh darn!  Here is Sammy-sam!”

“Come here, Sam.  Come here!  Let me carry you.”

“Whew…we are home!”

Hey, Fuzz!  Let’s let them have it!

Okay, Boomer, assume the barking position!

BARK! BARK!  HOWWWWWWWWWWWWL!

“NO! Stop that!  We do NOT want them in the yard, nor do you want to be trashed!”  Mom hollered at us.

Growl, mutter, growl….slink off toward the dog houses….growl mutter.

“Go in Sammy….come on boys; dog treat time.  You were great protectors tonight!!”

Hey Boomer…  This is cool!  We protected Mom from the coyotes and got dog treats also!

I guess I’m not as old as I thought I was!

YIPPEE!!!

Fuzzy