My 12th Birthday Party a Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter 11

My Thirteenth 12th Birthday

Chapter Eleven

 

Momma and King walked together, Kit stayed with us for a short spell, then left—

“I am hungry,” he called over his shoulder, “I might catch up with you later on.”

I stopped and watch Kit lope across the Little Field, drop down over the small hill and …. was gone.

Sigh.

Well, at least I know he will check up on me off and on.

“Fill your tummy, Kit!”  I hollered.  “Come to the farm anytime you want.”

I shook myself looked over at King and Momma and said, “Let’s get to going.”  I put my beaglie body into a trot (just so I could keep up with King and Momma who were walking.

King, Momma and I stayed on the farm road…it was much easier to travel and we could see long ways down it.   The better to keep safe.

We just about at the Cross-Over pipe when I saw eyes shining in the dark!

“Stop here, Little Buddy,” King put his muzzle down to my ear and whispered.

“We aren’t alone.”  Momma also whispered.

“Coyotes! Oh, my heavenly stars.  COYOTES!” I panted.

“Shhh”, King put his hoof on my back…” Shhh.  Just stand still and see if they move on.”

So, we did.

We stopped right there.  No one making a sound.

Sure enough, the coyotes (there were three of them, but only one was close to us)

started trotting across last years pinto bean field leaving us alone.

That’s when we picked up the speed and practically ran all the way home.

Well, I ran, the deer trotted.

But still …. home we went.

FAST!

“Here we are, King, Momma.  Make yourself at home. The haystack yard is warm, soft soil, and lots of good eating if you are interested.  The weeds are pretty nice behind the haystack backdrop also.

King and Momma started checking everything out.

I watched for a bit; the deer laid down, wrapped themselves in a circle each and closed their eyes.

“Good night, Boomer.  You’re a good friend,” King sleepily said as he drifted off to sleep.

“Yes, good night, Boomer,” replied Momma.

I raised a paw at them and turned toward the farmhouse.  It was so late I knew I would have to sleep outside in my doghouse.  But that’s okay.  It’s nice and warm and SAFE!

I slowly headed in, checking everything out as I went; I had to see what had changed while I was gone.

Home…Home is a good thing.

 

 

 

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My 12th Birthday Party A Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter 10

My Thirteenth 12th Birthday

Chapter Ten

 

We all ran as fast as we could, through the Back Forty, up onto the Sage Brush Hill, traveling quickly.  King and Momma Deer bounding away from Kit and I, then stopping and waiting for us to catch up.  Finally, we made it to the little stream where we all rested.

Actually, we all collapsed.  We had stopped on the edge of the little stream, where the sun was warming a little hillside.  The deer, after huge gulps of water, started grazing.

Kit and I went hunting for mice.

Yes…food!  It had been a long, long time since any of us had had any real food.

Then we all laid down on the sunny warm hillside and took a nap!

A long nap in the warm sunshine, on a warm hill.  Everyone slept until the shadows started cooling the earth and thereby us also.

“WAKE UP!  WAKE UP, EVERY ONE!” I bayed “It’s starting to get dark.  And it’s starting to rain/snow!  I’ve got to get home.  You, all can stay here, but I’m on my way back.”  I jumped up and shook myself off.   Realizing I was rather stiff and sore I started stretching this way and that…first my front legs, then my back legs, next my neck…and another really good whole body shake.

“Each one of you is welcome to come back to the farmyard and live safe close by.  King you and Momma can live in the haystack yard and Kit there are some pretty nice underground irrigation pipes you could overwinter in.”   I looked at each one very sincerely.  “You can all come now or later.  But for me, it’s time to head home.”

“It’s dark” King announced.  “You sure you want to head on out?”

“Yes!  I’ve been gone too long.  I’m sure Mom is worried and to be frank with you I need my bed!  Yes, I’m a soft fluffy house dog when it comes to sleeping in my bed.  So Off I go. You are all welcome to come if you wish.”

“Let’s go with Boomer, King.  The hay stackyard sounds like it just might be warm and full of — well, hay—and those two things can make a couple of deer rather happy, don’t you think?”  Momma Deer put her hoof on King’s right hoof.

“Oh alright.  Let’s go to the farm!” King gave a huge smile to Momma Deer.

“You are welcome also Kit”  Kit turned to me and said…”I’ll follow you home, but I really think the whole farm is my domain.”

So as night deepend we all started off for the farm.

 

My 12th Birthday Party A Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter 7

My Thirteenth 12th Birthday

Chapter Seven

 

King and were walking along (together) just fine, when King suddenly decided to bound about from me!

I stopped in horror!

KING! I wanted to yell, but I didn’t dare.  We were in Coyote country!!!

I dropped down and started crawling…geez…how am I going to stay safe!

I gradually crept along, all the while looking for a safe place to hide until morning.

I slunk along moving between bush and shrub when suddenly

 

A HUGE HOWL rose right to the right of me just a few feet away.

OH!
MY!
HEAVENS!

I just about wet the ground.

Then another howl in a deeper voice!

Suddenly there were many howls!

I AM IN THE MIDDLE OF A WHOLE PACK OF COYOTES!

“Pssst”

Huh!?

“Hey, Boomer!” a very loud whisper came again.

“Boom, look over here.”

I looked and saw KIT!!!

“Follow me,” Kit whispered.  “I’ll get you out of here.  Come on, slip over here and follow me.”

I stopped trembling and gave a huge sigh of relief.

“Thank Heavens, Kit!  Lead me out of here.”

With that Kit and I dashed between brush and shrub and rocks heading toward safety.

 

 

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

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