Stillness—Tuesday, November 28, 2017

We have a quarter of a moon right now…casting moonshadows through clouds scudding across the dark glittering surface called Sky

The fox kit looks very grown…the night camera caught him alert and watchful—listening in the quiet crisp air–he or she is very beautiful, I do believe

As the clouds crossed the moon he slunk away

Joined by his Mom…or a mate, I am not sure. (the tiny dots of lights are over the hill from us—are houses.)

Stillness clung to the earth as the sun started to rise

The day has begun

Still a little gift…while loading firewood the buck who likes to live behind the Tilehouse lifted himself up out of the canal just a few feet away from me traveling quickly down the corral road and into the back corn field.

Thankfully I was there and got to see him.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

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The Earth Sings—Tuesday, November 14, 2017

The earth sings—truly it does

Sometimes the sound is like a cord

Or a warm humming sound

Sometimes the tone is like a gong tolling long and loud and clear

It can be heard in the gusts of wind,

Or in the the swirling falling autumn leaves

Or felt…sometimes the music is sensed in the radiance of the sunlight or moonlight

But always, always bursting into our souls—- if we just stop and listen.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

A Walk in Tranquility—Thursday, October 12, 2017

The storms have left (for a spell, anyway).

The mornings now wake to bright October sun, frost laying heavy in the indigo-blue of the shadows and as thick sparkling shards of light everywhere else.

This is all good for the drying stems of corn,

And the bright yellow/gold ears hanging down toward the ground (harvest will start sometime in November or December for our corn–fingers crossed!)

The corn fields are still visited regularly

Providing food and shelter in the rustling leaves

The night world is busy…ever so busy

The wild creatures fill the space between dark and light

 Always on the search for food

Boomie and I and Mindy-cat walk along ever so silently — along the farm roads by the drying corn.  Listening to the music of the rustling of the rustling corn leaves and watching for

Those creatures who live on this bountiful and blessed farm!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—-My Job

Besides going out with Mom

Helping Dad change the water

I have a really big job!

It’s to keep the farm safe!

 

I have much to do—those crazy raccoons are so brave they walk RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY DOG HOUSE!  I know because they always leave a little poop behind.

That’s why I’ve taken to sleeping outside…MY CHOICE!

Mom brings me inside, but … well, you know … there are critters outside!

I chase off the

  • raccoons…they run zipping and playing, with me right behind them
  • I protect the corn!
  • Chase the fox—he is pretty fun to chase
  • Make the squirrels scatter
  • Go for walks with Mom

The deer have been pretty hard on the corn.

You see they eat the silk…

the silk is what feeds the little kernels of corn so they will fatten up and become

BIG FAT JUICY KERNELS of corn

It’s been pretty hard work this year, but so far I’ve been able to do it.

I am feeling well again.

Mom says that is a very good thing!

I agree!

Boomer

 

 

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—-I Say It’s Fall

Mom and thought it would be a good thing to show you…that IT IS FALL HERE!!!

Heading-to-the-dough-stage

The corn is starting to move from the milk into the dough.  Next step it will dent.  When it dents the Dad will stop irrigating the corn.

Deer-Damage

The deer love eating the corn right now.  They eat off the cob, just like a human does.

FallThe Rabbit Brush is blooming…it usually blooms in September.

Leaves-2The Leaves are starting to turn on the Cottonwood Trees

Leaves-in-our-treeA whole month early

Leaves-in-our-tree-2IT’S STILL AUGUST!

Yellow-Leaves-1The Lilac leaves are turning yellow

Yellow-Beans

And the pinto beans are turning ripe!

Twilight

Harvest is just around the corner!

Smile

Boomer

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—-Just Say’n

When the little kids were here they brought all three of their cats AND Hank Puff with them….oh, yes, and four fish.  They were bringing all these critters because they were moving from Craig, Colorado to Battlement Mesa, Colorado.

The little kids and all the critters stayed with us and their Aunt Shannon, my oldest sister.

Well, wouldn’t you know it one of the cats bolted out the door at Shannon’s and became….lost!

After days and days of looking for O’Malley, setting a live trap in the garage at Shannon’s the looking for O’Malley had to stop.  Either the cat was lost or didn’t want to be found.

We are all sad.

Then a week ago today (Friday) something tried to break into the front porch of our house (around mid-night)…climbed right up the screen door and rattled it mightily.  Scared Mom right out of the bed.

Off and on throughout the night, this someone tried to climb into the front porch of the house, Sammy and I sat up a stern watch protecting the place.  Well, really, Sammy the cat and I slept through the whole thing.

The next morning Mom and Dad decided to set a live trap to capture whoever it is trying to break in; thinking it might be O’Malley, since she hung-out up here for several days before being taken down to Aunt Shannon’s.

Mom baited the trap with yummy canned cat food, set the trap and proceeded to wait.

I, Sherlock Boomer, took it upon myself to find O’Malley and bring her home to the kids.

Flee-2

The second night I patrolled the long lane from our house to the mailbox….nothing.

Flee-1Just one of the deer skittering through.

Rac

On the third night I headed out toward the Butler Bins…I had smelled some pretty interesting smells out there…raccoons.  I didn’t tell Mom it was raccoons…one never knows, raccoons are very clever at breaking into things.  Maybe it was one of them trying to get into the house.

Beagle-in-Olathe

The fourth day Mom changed out the canned cat food.  Then Mom, Dad, and I headed up to Olathe, Colorado to get some parts for Dad’s pressure washer.

I scanned the world looking for O’Malley.

Nothing.

I did see dogs along the way; we had some great barks at each other.

The fifth day—nothing

In-the-cageThe sixth day—I took care of the cat food.
Boomer

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Farm News

I thought I would show you some of the things I’M interested in…you know the real NEWS of the farm.  The very stuff that makes the whole place tick…MY sorta thing.

Run-Raccoon-RUN

We have lots of raccoons…they are pretty brazen little creatures; coming right into the yard at night. RIGHT IN!!!  I peal out of the back door and run howling after them (sometimes).  Well, not lately…running anywhere is out the question.  Although, my knee is coming along.  I can trot on it a few paces, lots better than a week ago.

Instructions

There is always the going to and fro and back again.  I like those times…Mom picks me up and places me on the four-wheeler right behind her and we are OFF!

Morning, noon, mid-afternoon, and late evening (plus sometimes way in the night) then off we go.

I always get the same old boring talk when we get to wherever we are going: “No, rolling in anything nasty, Boomer. Remember if you do you have to sleep outside in your dog house”. Then she picks up both of my long, flappy ears and brings them to the side of my head, when she does that I always think I must look like a bird or something.  Then she looks me right in the eyes and says: “You come when I call or you hear the four-wheeler start.  If you don’t you will have to walk all the way back in by yourself.”  With that she gives me a kiss on my very cute and loveable beagle nose and carefully lowers me to the ground.  Mom is very careful to put my front legs down first then my back legs.  I appreciate Mom!

As soon as I’m down I OFF!

Raccoon-tracks-in-the-cemen

Hummm, sniff, snuff…yep…raccoon’s washing their dinner off.  For some reason they like soggy food.  Ick!

Sniff, sniff…

OH!  OH!

Buck-1

As we were going home, when it was almost dark we saw a buck!  I haven’t seen any deer, so far, but here is one of the bucks!  Dad says there is a doe and a fawn up on the Sagebrush Hill, but I haven’t seen or smelled them yet.  Although, to be honest I haven’t made it up that far…soon though, after the old knee gets better.

Buck-2

Anyway…this buck isn’t even afraid of me or Mom or Dad.  Mom says we are his people (and dog).  She says he has probably been born here and lived here all his life and knows we aren’t going to do anything to him.

Sunset-on-water

Mom always likes to see the sunset…last night the sunset was on the water in the irrigation ditch.  She told Dad and me it was beautiful.

Just as it was about time to leave one field to go to another field to set the water I FOUND IT!

Yes! I DID!

OH THE JOY!

OH THE WONDER!

Something-Nasty

Forgetting everything Mom admonished me with I zoomed over and gave myself a huge roll in something really stinky and nasty!  IT WAS DELIGHTFUL!

Brought a huge smile to my face!  HUGE!

Did I have to sleep outside?  Ummm, well, yes.  But, OH WELL!  It was hot inside anyway and the roll SO WORTH IT!!

Boomer

P.S.  Sadly I got a bath this morning.

 

Corn Report—Thursday, December 3, 2015

30The deer are eating the corn, yum-yum.  Not a good thing.  Good for the deer. but not the bottom line.

29Still I don’t think we are going to be hurt!  It would take more than the small sized herd we have living on our place.

Corn-1We did have a nice melt yesterday.

23

A few of the farmers have started started corn harvest.  Just a small amount of farmers. Terry is thinking possibly Friday we can start…of course it depends on the melt, the mud, and the moisture content of the knerals.  I’m sure when everything gets just right for us the rest of the the farmers will be ready also.  🙂

That is when the lines are long, long, long at the elevator.  Still, it will mean Corn Harvest (and paycheck)!

Today we are building fence.  Seems like there is always something that needs done. 🙂

I hope your day is going well for you. As always, Your friend on a western Colorado Farm,

Linda

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Forgotten

Can you believe it!!!?  Mom forgot to let me blog last week!  I was SHOCKED!!!

1Oh, well!  I still had lots to do.

14

I checked out the perimeter of the farmhouse every morning and evening and more, if I’m bored.

2Sometimes I head out in the night.  Because…

3Well you see why.

12It’s really smoky here.  All the smoke from the horrible wildfires going on in California, Idaho, Washington, Oregon, Montana and Wyoming has drifted into our area.

Red-SUn-2 It’s caught here…we are full of hills and dales, mountains and buttes, valleys and hollers, mesas and canyons,  so it makes for a wonderful spot to stay a spell.  Mom says we either need a good stiff wind or a nice heavy rain.

Red-Sun3I think I agree with her.  I spend lots of time sneezing, right along with Mom and Dad, and the rest of the people who live in our area. (Mom says she bets its much worse where the fires really are.)

We are working down at the rent house again.  Mom says she is not fond of rental property.  As for me…heck! I love it!  Anytime I get to ‘go’ I’m up for whatever there is to go too!  🙂

QuailLOOK!  A Gambol’s Quail up high on the electric line!

Shadow

Gota go! Mom wants me to help her!

Boomer

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Meet my Gang–Friday, August 7, 2015

Well, really not MY gang, but they are My job!

My job is to alert Mom and Dad if something is remiss on the farm.  Fuzzy was the guard dog. Night camera’s are very good about letting human’s know what is REALLY going on….we dog try, but sometimes our people just don’t understand.

So with Fuzzy’s passing I try to fill both his paws and mine.  (I’m a little slack on filling Fuzzy’s sometimes my job seems…well, big enough.  Mom says I don’t have to be Fuzzy, I just have to be me…Boomer Beagle).

Anyway..every morning I like to play ‘catch the squirrel brothers’

StanleyStanley

Stewartand Stewart.  We have a GREAT time—they run and I chase!  We do this until Dad hollers, “Boomer, that’s enough now.  I’m tired of all that baying!”

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sometimes chase the deer —but, Momma Deer I never chase.  Dad always wonders why I don’t chase Momma deer.  How can I chase Momma deer?

Bucks

BUT this BIG boys I do give chase!

BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!  HOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWL!

Run-Buck“Look at that?” says Dad…”Three-points!”

“Get them out of the bean field, Boomer!  GO!”

And you know what?

I DO!

Boomer