Are so over winter!!
Really, we are!
P.S. Mom says I just need to think of this a Spring weather!
Dad, Mom and I went on the four-wheelers to check the Upper End (I didn’t see Kit Fox, or Momma Fox are any of my friends ☹) and the Back Forty.
Mom was pretty excited to see all the Sand Hill Cranes up there, but I didn’t see any of my friends.
We didn’t see any coyotes either…. which is a VERY good thing.
But we did see T’Ata and Glory Bee
Although, I don’t know if that was a good thing or not.
I am truly not fond of HORSE KISSES!!!
(I barked at T’Atat, but she ignored me! Humph!)
Well, it seems like I need to do some catching up. Well, not me, but you. Well not you catching me up, but me catching you up.
It’s still terribly dry here.
The deer are enjoying the corn.
They like corn just like Mom and Dad.
The coyotes eat the corn also. There isn’t anything a coyote won’t eat —-just say’n.
The Barn Swallows are doing a real good job of keeping the mosquitoes gone. They are on another batch of little kids so they eat lots of flying bugs. Mom and Dad and Mindy and I think that is a VERY GOOD THING!
The very busy raccoons are coming into the yard all the time. They robbed Mom’s tomato patch the other night and had a huge feast.
So, Mom covered up the watermelon hoping to protect the three which are left. (One was eaten and Mom said it wasn’t even ripe.)
Freddy Fox comes to see me every so often. He is shy and won’t come around if Mom is out on a walk with me…but I see him and give him tag wags.
The other night we almost ran into a skunk. Mom was extremely careful. She called me back to her and made me walk with her into the cornfield where we hid—and Mom took a photo.
That tail went up, up and more up, but nothing came out. Which was a very good thing. Mom and I were extremely nervous we were going to get sprayed.
But I guess the big news is Ethie and Dottie don’t live here anymore. Ethie’s real parents came and got her. They also took Dottie because Ethie and Dottie were BFF’s now and would have been sad without each other.
Then Mom was sad about not having Ethie and Dottie. She kept saying that the yard seems empty without chickens. This went on for several days.
My oldest sister (the one who has my cousin Etta) came up and gave mom TWO young hens.
Little Bit One and Two. They do everything together. If one turns left the other one does too. If one runs down the road the other one is right with them. Mom says they must have been twins. (Can chickens have twin eggs? It’s a wonder all eggs look the same to me.)
Anyway, Mom is happy again…two hens to scratch and run in her yard. I have two hens who like to take naps close to me…and Mindy has two hens who like to chase her.
Mindy is not very happy about that!!!!
Oh! Have to go!…………….
It’s UPS TRUCK TIME!
First off…TALLY CAME!!! Tally always hugs and loves on me THE BEST!
Tally also had a first…Dad announced she was now old enough to drive the four-wheeler BY HERSELF! She was really proud of that moment. She drove here and there and wherever Dad said she could go!! Not all the time, but when Dad said she could!
One day we all were up at the Upper End when Mom spotted the biggest news at the Upper End (and the Biggest News of the WHOLE week)!
Something killed and ate a HAWK!!! Feather’s everywhere.
Later on in the afternoon Tally took a bike ride and we went way back up there to check out the feathers, and the news…you KNOW I love gathering the news!
Tally took three feathers — two for her and one for Grammy. Grammy likes to find feathers she puts them in a special place. When Mom/Grammy finds a feather she always thinks it’s a gift from the bird to Mom/Grammy.
Anyway, as Tally was gathering feathers she JUMPED back and gave a start I came over to see what happened… “There’s a foot/claw in there, Boomie” she said. “Whoever ate this hawk forgot to eat one foot.” I saw Tally shudder. Humm…wonder why she shuddered.
Then she put the three feathers in her ponytail and we headed back.
The next morning Grandpa and Tally went for a very early four-wheeler ride and they saw a GREAT! BIG! BIRD! Sitting in a tree close to the place where the hawk was dinner. Grandpa/Dad wasn’t real sure what the bird was, but Tally thought it looked like a Golden Eagle…Grandpa/Dad said that was very possible since we have them around here.
Mom, Tally, Dad, and I saw the buck who is living close by. He lost the battle of the Back Forty to a younger buck (Dad saw them battling); he mopped his way down here and has been sluppling around in a depression ever since. Mom says he is beautiful but she isn’t sure she likes him hanging around in her yard. (Although, I did see Mom take out two pumpkins, smash them, and pull them open for the buck to eat….just say’n.)
Oh…to be fair Mom did put the pumpkins in the corn field, not on her lawn.
We went to town one day TO MY STORE!!! But Mom wouldn’t let me get out this time…she said Dad was just running in for a minute (more like FOREVER) and we were waiting in the truck.
I pouted…that’s MY STORE! The only store in the whole wide town I get to go in and smell TOWN things. Grump, grump!
Then it was time for my little buddie to leave. Sigh…sure was sad to see her drive off.
I took myself to my bed and just laid there forever feeling so sad….
Mom came to me and said she and Dad were going for a walk…do I want to come or continue laying on my bed.
I sat up and looked at her….WALK!
You bet I’m ready for walk!
Well, that’s my week…lots of ups and downs. But when it comes time for a walk…I AM YOUR DOG!
My brother, Evan, came out and helped Mom and Dad get the planter ready for the pinto beans. Then we all headed out to the Middle Field and started planting the pinto beans.
Dad supervised…Mom was there to say: “Terry, just watch you can’t pick up more than 15 pounds”…you know…that kind of stuff.
Nope! Didn’t hurt one bit.
So we worked until dark!
Mom gave me a big hug and told me: “Dad is on the mend!”
I gave Mom a huge lick on the face and wagged my tail HARD!
We’ve turned the corner! The biggest worry is taken care of…now everything else will come with time.
Boomer Beaglie Brown
With that Mom, Dad, and myself ran out the back door, hopped onto the four-wheelers. (Well, I didn’t hop, Mom won’t let me because of my very weak knee). We took off for the Upper End, the Back Forty, No Man’s Land, even ran up on the Rocky Point where we saw a coyote heading down from Coyote Hill and racing through No Man’s Land onto the our neighbor’s pasture and through all the grazing cows.
The cows stopped and watch the coyote, took up the “you come to near and I will charge you” stance…but the coyote ran on. Dad said we must have scared the ‘daylights’ out of the coyote for it to take off like it did.
Mom and I watched and watched until the coyote turn around a hill and was gone.
Then Dad went down and check out a one of the fence lines while Mom and I rode on top of the hill checking another fence line.
Then we all met up where Romeo hangs out, talked to him for a spell and headed back home.
It was a great time riding in the sunshine!
When Terry’s Dad passed away, Misty (our youngest daughter) who was terribly fond of her Grandpa, was horribly sad at his passing. Terry’s Mother, recognized that terrible sadness so she gave to Misty, Jack’s pick-up.
Misty and Kelly drove it for awhile, then gradually it started sitting in the garage; Misty wanted to get it restored sometime in the future. (You know how futures go–futures are way down the road when you are retired. First comes jobs and babies, then school age children, and buying houses and other vehicles, then college educations for those kids.)
Now that Misty and Kelly have left and new renters are coming in Terry mentioned one afternoon to Jason, Shannon, and I that we (meaning he and I) were going to have to go down there and pull that old truck up here and park it in the shade of the barn.
Farm work took over, the painting of the house took over, irrigation took over…the need to pull the truck up here was sorta shoved to the background.
Every day there was something which must be done.
Then comes the day as Terry is planting the corn in the field by the house and I was mowing MY lawn, that I looked down the road by the other house and SAW the old truck making it’s way up to OUR HOUSE!
What a surprise! Quickly I headed to the field to flag Terry down, but he was planting (his back to the road, couldn’t take his eyes off or the rows would be crooked), so didn’t see me or the truck heading our way!
Finally he was at the end of the field and saw me waving to him, just then the old truck, complete with two hound dogs, was in the driveway, and headed out to the field
A large smile broke out on Terry’s face-he jumped down off the tractor and headed toward the truck. (Later he said for a second he thought it was his Dad, he could see the driver had on a cap which tricked his eyes to think “DAD”!) As a cool surprise and a little gift to Terry, Jason had got the truck running and drove it up here for Terry.
After a short ride to the canyon and back the old truck is safely parked up here, resting in the shade of the barn—-waiting patiently for that day way, way in the future.
A surprise all wrapped up in a memory!
Sammy-Sam the cat …
every day and all night he patrols the farm. He used to go way over to Misty’s and check out everything over there, but last winter he ate a poisoned mouse and just hasn’t felt like tackling that huge long walk anymore.
Of course, age is creeping up on him…he turned 13 this year. Still Sammy-Sam does a good job of gathering news and information from around the farm buildings and the house.
Dad-–Dad went up to the Upper End to check to see if any Aliens had landed. Mom, Fuzzy and I went along. Mom checked out the drain ditch and Dad walked to the end of the irrigation ditch.
Fuzzy guarded the Four-Wheelers…his job was to make sure we had our rides to get out of there if the Aliens were around.
Squirrel-gossiped to me, Boomer-Reporter-at-Large— that squirrels are going extinct and scientists have now put them on the “endangered species” list. He says by the end of this week Squirrels will be extinct so Fuzzy and I cannot, he repeated NOT chase him or his friends. The world would be a very dreary place without squirrels.
(Fuzzy and I agreed so we won’t chase Squirrel every again…until…hum, NOW! —-RUN SQUIRREL!)
I, Boomer, the Farm Reporter says: Dad made several trips to change water yesterday and the day before and the day before that and….
Fuzzy and I think Dad has figure out time travel—hop on the four-wheeler and you can travel into future and into the past – within minutes.
Up to change the water, back to house, up to change the water…
BREAKING NEWS: Sammy-Sam says
the Raccoon is back………….