The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—-My World View

That wily fox zips through the farm yard every morning EARLY!  I’ve taken to sleeping outside in my dog house, since the days and nights are so hot.  That is how I KNOW he zips through.

I just let him run through. He never stays long and always seems in a big hurry.

Then Mom and Dad are up, we all eat breakfast and out we go to change water.  Sometimes the water is in the corn field, or the other corn field, or the pinto bean field, or….it’s right out front in the alfalfa field.  Where ever it is that’s where we go, first thing in the morning.

Then we go back out after lunch and just before dark!

Mindy Lou cat likes to follow me around and around, no matter where I am she is sure to be.

That’s alright…Min-Min and I are best friends.  I haven’t had a best friend since my wonderful buddy, Fuzzy Dude McDoddle Brown died.  It seems just like yesterday we were hanging around together.

Sam Cat really doesn’t do much with us.  He is the BOSS and we do what he wants.

Mom says Sammy is very old now so he doesn’t have to do ANYTHING if he doesn’t want too!

I always, I mean ALWAYS go out and gather the news on the farm.  I do it first thing in the morning, again after the mailman comes (there is LOTS of interesting smells on mailman tires), sometime after my afternoon nap, and then just before bed.

I gather the news out on the ditch bank too.  I call that work, because Mom and Dad are working.

Sometimes Romeo comes over.

I have to be careful around Romeo, he likes to nip by butt— right by my tail area.  It’s happened a time or two and, boy, does that make my beagle legs move FAST!

All in all my days are pretty full.

Boomer

P.S.  Here is the world on my level!  🙂

 

 

 

The Earth Gave Me a Heart—-Thursday, June 1, 2017

While building fence…

Shannon’s cat, Willow, decided he wanted to come with us.  But no, Willow (he is a Norwegian Forrest Cat) it’s too far up there, too dangerous for a kitty…you have to stay home.

We saw several water snakes, but that was all.

Some of the Yucca was blooming…

They bloom so rarely that it’s an amazing site

The San Juan Peaks were impressive

A fox zipped in front of us…heading —somewhere

And I found a heart!

Just sitting there waiting to be noticed!

Picking it up, after giving thanks, I brought it home to grace my heart shaped tree stump!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Twelve

 

The roar of the sky filled my eyes and ears! The song of those crazy wild coyotes echoed right behind the thunder and the lightening.

I ran!

I kept running!

I had a long way to go to get to the Apricot tree, then to Dad’s equipment area, where I would turn and start down the new cement ditch.

Then the wind picked up and roared into life!  It would have been nice if the wind was a ‘changed wind’ and came behind my back, but NO I was running INTO the wind!

My heart was pounding, my legs hurting, and my lungs just about to give out.

Sadly I collapsed!

I was way too tired to keep going.

Ruth fluttered down beside me, “You okay?” she poked her wing at my face, the longest feather on the tip of her wing tickled my nose. I jumped up and SNEEZED!

“A….yeah!  Just tired.”

I sat there with my head drooping, tongue out, body sagging.

BAM!

Thunder slammed into something, in the sky, causing, both Ruth and I to jump ten feet into the air.

CRACK!

The sky turned on every light it owned right before our eyes.

Suddenly I was blind!

Ruth hooted in totally fear!

I might have been instantly blind, but my nose wasn’t!  As I waited for my eyesight to come back —–

I smelled….something…something very familiar…something that always seems to get me in BIG trouble…then my eyesight returned and I saw

SKUNK!  Running by me as fast as its short little legs could carry it…squealing and squeaking in terror!

Now the rain started!  Not just a little drizzle, nor a tiny mist in the air, but a regular downpour—a gully washer, as folks say around here.

Ruth sat there in the most dejected fashion…loyal to the end.

“You fly off, Ruth.  Go back to your nest…wait the storm out…hurry.  It’s only getting worse” I pushed my nose into Ruth’s soft fluffy body and gave her a shove.

She looked at me in a pitying sort of way and said: “Thanks, dog!”  Then lifted herself up and was…..gone!

Gone!

The sky let lose another round of machine gun noises and large flashes of fire.

That did it! I was rested! My legs heaved my body up and was propelling me down the cement ditch road, before my mind had decided to run for home!

Just as I was turning the corner, onto the wooden bridge a raccoon raced by me; panic in his eyes.

I didn’t stop.  The whole sky was alive with fire breathing dragons, danger and peril for everything on open ground.

Heading down the Superhighway between the two corn fields a fox passed me like I was standing still.

Still I ran…I had the gated pipe road left to go before I could be in the farm yard. I was running in mud now.  Soft gushy mud—mud up to my knees.

Dismay set in…it’s late and Mom is in the house and it’s raining and pouring and….

I kept on pushing—I was close to the grain bins now— when three raccoons ran by me heading to … who knows where.

Then around the corner I went, onto the gravel farm yard road and

Low and Behold!  Mom was outside at the hen house checking on the hens!

Life couldn’t get much better!

(an old photo, but I needed you to see my really comfy covers)

Well, that’s the end of the story.  No real mystery here, just a big storm.  Mom took me inside, made me stand in a tub of warm water, washed me off from tummy to toe nails, dried me down with a really nice towel…made me get on my bed then covered me up with a blanket.

Sure felt good.  I didn’t wake up until breakfast.

Sherlock Boomer

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—-Stuff

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My days are pretty much just rolling along.  We are starting to see little vines and flower buds on the pinto beans.  I could care less, but Mom and Dad think it’s a HUGE deal.  I just wag my tail and agree with them.

Baby-CornThe baby corn is popping up on the corn stalks.  If I move through the corn rows I come out will corn pollen on me.  Dad says this is a scary time for corn, the deer like to eat the silk.  If they eat the silk the corn won’t make.  Dad always gets really worried about this time of year.  Mom says it’s our 10% tithe.

Apricot-Theif

The fox and the raccoon are helping Mom clean up all the apricots.  Fox can climb trees, did you know that?  So can raccoons.  We have two trees they climb up, to the very top, and get those little apricot fruit Mom can’t reach.

Fox

Mom says we share here…works for her and works for them.  Also works for me, because I get to sniff all the news when they are on the farm and in the farm yard!

Sam-my-sam

Mom, Dad, Sammy-Sam, and I sit outside and watch all the hummingbirds every evening.

Little-Supper

We have four pair of Rufus Hummingbirds this year…Mom is really excited.  She says she counted about 30 little hummers.  I don’t get Mom’s excitement, it’s just part of the birds who live on our place.
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Now what I find exciting is FOOTPRINTS in the mud!  THAT is exciting!

On-Guard-Duty

Boomer

Weather and Moon Lore—Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Moon-and-fox(This is an old photo, but I love the fox and the corn and the full moon, so decided to use it for today’s post.)

Today is March’s Full Moon beginning phase…I love the full moon!  Anyway, this is called the Worm Moon in the Northern Hemisphere.  The earth is beginning to warm, the ground to thaw and the earthworm casts to appear.  Once this happens the Robins return to brighten our days. (Although I’ve seen robins for a bit now.)

In the far north this moon is called the Crow Moon–the cawing signals the end of winter and in the eastern part of the north is the Sap Moon marking the time of tapping maple trees.

StunningThere is also old farm lore that says if the 21st of the start of the four-seasons…(yesterday was the 21st of Spring) will tell what the next three months will bring; hot, dry, windy or cold.  We had beautiful weather yesterday…the morning was clear and bright and warm, by the afternoon the wind came up…a warm wind.  Then the clouds started flinging themselves over us.

The wind blew off and on all night (although it was a warm wind) and is still gusting heavily; although it’s still warm it is cooling down.

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Terry is rolling the plowed fields (still) it takes many acres of rolling before he can start leveling.

Maybe you know some more interesting rural (country) lore.  If you do, would you please share.  I rather enjoy collecting them.

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.

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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!

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Gota go! Mom wants me to help her!

Boomer

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—NEWS

Mom buys me toys to play with…but I don’t like them.

Mom throws me balls…I chase them sorta…Fuzzy and I used to place chase with each other, but not really.  We enjoyed chase the fox, or chase the squirrel, or splash in the ditch more.  Well, ummmmmmmm, Fuzzy enjoyed splash the ditch; I liked (and still do) GATHERING NEWS!!!

LOL!

News for the day!

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Mom moved a couple of the garden toads from under my dog houses to her corral garden.

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They really seem to like it out there…works better than getting living under my dog house.

Ditch-Creature

We have frogs in the irrigation ditches!  I love, LOVE, to put my nose on them and watch them hop away.

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Our yard is full of birds…they sing us awake every morning and chirp sleepy little songs in the evening to put us to bed.

Quail

Lots of Gambol’s Quail this year.  Dad is really happy we have more pheasants than last year.  We lost lots of pheasants a few years back and it’s taken awhile for them to recover.

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There are baby raccoons in one of the trees in the yard.  Cute little things!

Rac

There are raccoons in the yard, in the farm yard, and out of the ditch.  There are as many raccoon as there are fox; is seems.

Good-Kitty

As for the home front—Sammy does a very good job of keeping the mice down.  (I’m glad that his job…it’s NOT something I’m ever going to do—Fuzzy would do it, but NOT ME!)

Looking for the mailman

Well, that’s the news for today.  I’m off, now, to get ready and bark the mailman down the road…he should be coming anytime now.

Boomer

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Out on the Ditch Bank

 

Coming-to-me

Mom had to go help Dad over at the other place.  She went on the tractor so I didn’t get to go!  😦

Mom and Dad won’t let me run alongside either, they say I’m too old (I’m eleven now) and it would be way too long of a run so I get—“No, Boomer!  NO!  You stay here”!  Then Mom gives me a hug and a very stern look and off she goes.

BUT!  I always meet Mom when she comes home!  ALWAYS!  I meet Dad, also, but I don’t run down the road as far. 🙂

The fox are coming into the yard.  One had Sammy cornered.  Mom heard the racket and came running out of the house just in time to see the fox and Sammy in a standoff at the grain ben.  I chased the fox all the way to the upper end.  Whew!  Boy was I ever hot and tired when I got back.  Mom gave me a big bowl of cold water and a dog cookie.  I gobbled up the water and the cookie and took a Loooong nap.  I sure needed it.  (I might be old(er), but I can still do my job!)

Hidden

Last night we scared Momma Deer and her Princess out of the corn field when we went up to change the water.  (Dad was a little disgusted, but at the same time we ALL liked seeing the little baby!)  Mom told me that today we will just take up more of the shelled corn and put it closer to where the deer are bedding down.

Pink-water-Use

Everyone had a big laugh when I chased a mouse out of one of the siphon tubes.  It ran toward me and I sorta jumped.  BUT!!! No one jumped as much as Mom did when she put a siphon tube into the water and a vole rushed out of the end of the tube and over her hand!

Mom didn’t scream but she sure did lose the siphon tube in the ditch and run backwards for a short spell!!! 🙂

Early this morning we were just stirring around when the fox came back INTO THE yard and ran right by the kitchen window.  Monkey started growling low in her voice, Sam jumped up on the window sill, Mom and I hurried out the back door and Mom said “Get!” to the fox.  Which it did.

I didn’t chase the fox this time, he/she was going so fast there was no reason to give chase.

Helping-out

Well, there is my week. Doesn’t seem like much, but it sure is fun!
Boomer

Mid-Summer Days—Monday, June 29, 2015

Morning StartTo some working on the land is lonely. Only you and the sky and the earth.  But to me (and to Terry) it isn’t lonely.

CornThere are plants who need our care and plants

Nodding-Thistlewe despair of (the nodding thistle, lovely but a huge nuisance).

Light floods the air and heat shimmers up off the land.  Just to glace upon the brilliance is to think there is nothing but silence there.  But it isn’t true…the song birds fill the air with music and bugs (the good bugs and the not-so-good bugs).

SHIThe new momma deer and her brand new little fawn scamper close to us, not afraid.  They are many generations of deer, who have lived here safe.  We feed them so they stay out of the crops.  They do their part and eat at the pastures.

PAthThe thought always runs in the back of the mind…’my this is pretty.  I feel so tremendously blessed’…all the while acknowledging the inadequacy of the word blessed.

Your friend on a western Colorado Farm

Linda

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—When the Folks are Away

Don’t let anyone tell you there isn’t a very active night life on a farm or ranch…if you do let them tell you and you believe it —-YOU ARE WRONG!!! ♪♫❤♪♫❤

Evening-Light

There is all sorts of activity.  Visits from the–

Antlers

Tall, sleek, svelte

Pole Cat

Those reeking of perfume

F!

Gorgeous and dangerous

Monkey-at-night

A Monkey

Humm

Mischief makers

Gone

And those

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who protect the place

Home

Then Mom and Dad come Home…

YAY, I just report the news.  I let Sam protect the place.

Boomer