All Fun and Games! A Sherlock Boomer Adventure—Chapter 5

All Fun and Games!

Chapter Five

 

Well, stunned or not I had a HUGE problem.  How to get a hen a couple or so miles back to my home?

By this time it was going on dark.

I mean…like really dark.

Dark enough I wondered if it would be better to just stay where we were or to travel forward.

Into the darkness.

It’s pretty dark in my mind right now.  I can’t decide what is the best thing to do.

“WHOOOOOOO WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”  Ruth called, “Let’s head out now.  You and the little hen run between bushes.  Head back.  I’ll fly up just enough you can see me.  I’ll be your eyes.  That way, if some chicken eating….”

“SQWACK!” Ethie screamed and flunked over in a dead faint.

“Wow! What was that all about?” Ruth exclaimed.

“Hum, I think she couldn’t handle the thought of being dinner to someone— one more time.” I puzzled.

“Get up, Ethie!” I pushed her with my nose. “Get up…you are with me and Ruth….dinner you are NOT going to be.  Not on our watch!”

Ethie laid there like a frozen piece of chicken….cough(!) er (!) hum,(!)

Poor choice of thoughts, I stuttered. Let me begin again.

“You are safe, Ethie You are among friends. Just get up, get really close to me, hug my side, and I will protect you on the ground. Ruth will protect both of us from the air.  We have a long ways to go.  Past the cattails, up the Rocky Point Hill, into the Upper End.  Once there we can hit the farm road and follow it for a mile or so and be to my home.  Where Mom will be delighted to have a little hen living with all of us!”

Ethie opened one eye.  It wildly rolled around in her head for about one minute.  Gradually she straightens out her toes, then her feet, then she gave herself a big shove and BAM!  There she was upright and straight, albeit rather wobbly.

With that, I put my body next to hers.  She gave me a pathetic look, took one step forward, then another, I had to start walking if I wanted to keep her right beside me.

We were off!

I looked at Ruth.  Ruth looked at me.  Opening her huge wings, she gave three swooshing flaps; lifted straight up in the air and hovered over us.

The great long walk had begun.

“Go ahead, Dog!  The coast is clear.”

I moved from one brush to the next brush, having to take tiny little steps so Ethie could keep up with me.

The going was s.l.o.w, let me tell you.  But we made some progress.

Three million hours later we made it to the cattails when suddenly

MOMMA DEER shoved her way through the cattails and right into our path.

“What is going on here!”  Momma deer stopped in amazement.

“We are going to my house,” I answered her.

“With a dead chicken, Boomer?”

“No, with Ethie.  She is a chicken, but very much alive.”

I turned to my side and saw a frozen chicken, laying on its side, both eyes closed and beak opened in a silent scream.

“Oh, my goodness!  Get up, Ethie!  It’s just a Momma deer, you are safe.  Get UP, Ethie!”  I nudged her again and again.

While I was nudging Ethie, Ruth flew down and lit on a large, grey boulder.

“Here, dog, I can wake her up!”

“SCREECH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Ruth opened her beak and let out the loudest screech I have ever heard.

Ethie jumped up and started to take off in fright, when she ran right into me, knocking me over with all the force of a very frighten three-pound bird.

“Slow down, hen.” Ruth laughed. “You are safe. My goodness, how in the world did you ever get way out here if you kept falling down in a dead faint?”  Ruth flapped her wings and rose back up in the sky.

“Let’s go.” She hooted….the night is wasting.

“Go?”  Momma deer asked in a most puzzled way.

“Back to my house,” I explained. “I’m taking Ethie back to my house to live with Mom and Dad, me, and Mindy cat.”

“All the way back?  All that very long way back?”  Momma deer asked.

“Yes!  All the way back.”

“This sounds like a great adventure,” Momma deer replied. “I think I am going with you.  At least as far as the hay stackyard.  The hay stackyard just might have some snack for a really nice deer, don’t you think.”

“GOOD!” I bayed.  “Perfect!  Ruth, you, and I.  We will get Ethie to mom!”

 

 

 

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All Fun and Games! A Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter 4

All Fun and Games!

Chapter Four

 

I was standing there feeling all amazed at this little hen when a huge dark shadow fell over the hen and me.  Glancing up I saw…

“OWL! OWL!” the little hen screamed!  “IT IS THE OWL! RUN!”

She picked up her feet and started to flap and squawk.

I raised my paw and pushed her down flat.

“OWL!” she sobbed.

“Shh, …it’s okay.” I soothed.  “It’s just Ruth. Ruth is our friend.  Ruth can help me help you.!

The hen fluttered and squiggled and squirmed.

“Owls eat CHICKENS!”

“Oh! Shut UP HEN!” Ruth yelled. “I’m not going to eat you, I’m not going to pick you up and fly you far away, I’m not going to do anything with you.  JUST SHUT UP!”

The little hen fluffed up her feathers, shook my paw off, struggled back up into a standing position and gave Ruth and I a huge look of pure disgust.  “I knew that”, she pouted…” The dog would have run if you were going to eat me.”

“Okay…now that we have that all straight…just what is going on? I don’t think I have ever seen a chicken way out here on the

edge of Coyote land, nor have I ever seen a chicken sleeping in a brush way out here where the

deer and the

raccoons roam.  By the way, raccoons eat chickens also, did you know?  I mean. You are a sitting duck. Er Chicken…er…you are LUNCH!  No matter how you look at it!”  Ruth flapped her wings and gave a couple of hoots.

“I know,” the little hen shuddered. “I know.  By the way, my name is Ethie.  Ethie means brave in chicken.  I decided I needed to take a name that would lend me courage.”

In my first former life, I was named Little Miss, then in my second former life I was named Twiggy.  But all those names would not help me be brave so I looked carefully into Chicken talk and remembered Ethie means BRAVE.  I knew if I were to survive I HAD to be brave.”

“Well, Ethie, brave you are indeed.” Ruth put her left wing on Ethie’s back.

I just looked at the both of them standing there a little reddish-brown hen all puffed up looking important and a grouchy soft-hearted Big Horned Owl patting that little scrawny hen on the back.

Sometimes I am stunned at the turn my life takes.

 

 

 

 

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

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