culvert | Life on a Colorado Farm

The whole day started out just wonderful!

I barked the mail lady down the road, gave her the good ‘ol what for, and barked her all the way back out of the yard!

Felt wonderful!

The sun was shining; Mom and I went for a walk!

We saw a helicopter, flying low enough Mom took a photo of it!

I barked happily at it!

The snow is leaving EVERYWHERE! Only place left now is the canal, and it is melting!

Min-Min Lou and I

played hide and seek

in one of the irrigation culverts!

Then I trotted off and left Min-Min and Mom. I needed to gather lots of news from around the place.

While out there I found a really nasty, stinky, spot and gave myself a GREAT BIG RUB and ROLL in the nasty, stinky, stuff!

I was so very happy to get back to Mom and Min-Min so they could smell this lovely odor with me!

Mom. Was. Not. Happy!

She marched us right home and gave me a bath, with hydrogen peroxide, warm soapy water, and lots of clean rinse water.

Sigh!

Mom is such a spoiled sport when it comes to really cool nasty smelling stuff.

Boomer

This time of year we start to get ready for water. Water on our farm is transported through culverts, ditches, underground transport pipes, and gated pipe.

These same pieces of transportation for water are also really good homes for critters: fox, skunk, feral cats, and feral dogs from the rigors of winter. The problem of making these things their homes is instant death as soon as the water is turned in.

Therefore, we like to check all everywhere making sure there is nothing living there.

Getting them out of their burrow (the water transportation unit) can sometimes be a real problem, especially if we are talking about skunks.

home-in-a-pipe

But this year we are safe (so far).

somebodies-home

Skunks are mating right now, and will be looking for a nice warm nest, but water is just a few weeks off and if we cover the ends they will move on to dens in the ground.

The coyotes have dens on the hills on our place, but I’m not brave enough to go poking my head where they are. I have been thinking I might, MIGHT, go to where they live and see if I could get any baby pictures, but I haven’t worked up enough courage.