Off on an Adventure Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

 

We all made it home.

To MY home.

Momma Deer, King, Kit, and the raccoons. Oreo didn’t want to come, which, probably was a good thing.

(You understand…that nervous lifting of his tail, just might, MIGHT, make for some not pleasant adventures at our farmhouse.)

Mindy met us at the grain bins.  She was very surprised to see the ‘whole gang’ arrive.

She hissed and meowed and ran off the moment she saw Kit.

The Raccoons were delighted to find all the apricots

just lying around for the eating.

Momma and King settled right in on my Mom’s yard

munching along on fun new tastes.

Kit started hunting in Mindy hunting spots for mice,

so Mindy took off.  She said Kit can have the haystack area, she will take the gardens.

So, there you have it.

The end of my adventure at a very elderly age.

Home again, Home again.

THANK HEAVENS!

Boomer Beaglie a.k.a. Sherlock Brown

 

 

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— Catching UP

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.


And the wind blows every day, —- still.

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!

Boomer

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

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