A Heavy Swooshing Sound — Tuesday, February 18, 2020

Standing on the Rocky Point, Beaglie and I saw masses of Sandhill Cranes resting on our neighbor’s farm–when they saw us several lifted off, causing the air to swoosh with the flapping of their wings.

Back on our farm, we came across a giant flock resting, waiting, resting.

The sounds are majestic and powerful!

Big birds…they rather brighten the long winter days!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Seems Like Cows have the Same Perplexes as We Do — Thursday, January 23, 2020

Walking at the Upper End,

there I saw Three Paths; two diverged and one traveled close by.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves, no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
It’s rather nice to know that, even in the animal kingdoms, there are those who travel side-by-side or right behind; and some wander off on adventures of their own.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda

The Farm Does Not Confine — Monday, January 20, 2020

Terry, Boomer and I took a wee walk-about on the farm one evening

The sun was just starting to set and the day birds and day animals were slowly losing their loud thrumming and calling — settling down upon the land

We walked upon cow trails, avoiding the very snowy farm road

Past the cement ditches waiting for the thaw

and slumbering fields

As the wild Canada geese winged their way onto our farm

And the Sandhill cranes bedded down for the night

Filling the air with their trilling calls

 

We gradually made our way back to the house.

Our farm, not confining but defining us, like all sacred places.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

On a Late Autumn Afternoon—-Wednesday, November 13, 2019

Under a darkening sky

The geese steadily winging their way to the Upper End and the harvested pinto bean field

Beaglie and I headed over to feed the creatures

Waiting patiently for their yummy snacks

At the equipment storage area. 🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Birds and Other Things Friday, September 20, 2019

Mom and I have taken to long walks.  Well, longer than normal.

We have to be careful because Mindy cat wants to walk with us and Mom doesn’t want Mindy to get side-tracked; stay out on the farm, and become COYOTE FOOD!

So, Mom puts Mindy in the house then we go out!

And about.

Looking for BIRDS!

(And other things.)

Sometimes Mom,

Mindy, and I go out at night.

That’s when Mom likes to take photos of the Moon…in every stage of the Moon’s growth.

Sometimes Mom will even get a photo of a wild creature…

like the Raccoons, who live in the hollow of the Willow tree and like to eat Mom’s tomatoes!

Although Mom personally has never gotten a photo of the Raccoons, she did put up a game camera so the game camera could get a photo of the raccoons.

(Photo from Mom’s archives)

The wild geese are plentiful now.  Three large skeins have flown over our heads, even while I write to you.

Soon the Sandhill Cranes will be here.  Mom says the big birds are back early…she thinks we will have an early winter.

But until then, there is still stuff to do in warm Autumn days!

Boomer Beaglie Brown (a.k.a. Sherlock)

 

 

Shimmering in Winter’s Frozen Light—-Thursday, January 24, 2019

I have been hanging out at the bird feeders lately

Trying to get some good photos of birds in flight…

I love how their wings leave a soft sigh in the air, or swoosh as they takeoff

I have to be careful as this little fur ball loves to come with me…and that is never a good thing.  The birds leave the area in a wind churning frenzy.

This little bird was way up high, listening to the silence of the sky

Last evening, as the sky started to purple and fade a female Great Horned Owl and her mate stopped by

They were delightful to listen too and then to watch leave…silently lifting up from the branches; floating away like a breath of wind

During the day the air is alive with the shimmering sounds of the Sand Hill Cranes

Their thrilling call is beautiful.

They spend the night on the farm also, but are so silent one doesn’t know they are here.

The Canada Geese do not seem to like to be where the cranes are.  Rather sad, I tell them all the time they are welcome.

Still, they fly on their calls adding to the trills of the cranes on the ground.

What lovely creatures add to our long winter days!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

I Will Not Ask for More —- Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Yesterday was a odd sort of day for me —

Although, I had a very busy day.

Now today I am tired.

Tired enough I can’t seem to get myself moving.

So please forgive me the lateness of this post.  And my slowly dragging along.

The day has warmed up from a very chilly start and I must get busy.


The sun is shining, there isn’t a cloud in the sky, and the air is still.

It short it is beautiful

I really can’t ask for more.

Tomorrow I promise to be back to myself,

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

I Have a Wee Story to Tell — Monday, January 15, 2018

I was out by the grain bins this morning coming back from a short walk-about, when I saw several geese land in the field I was walking by

I was delighted!

I have been hollering to the large skeins of geese, as they fly by, that they are always welcome here.

Now Romeo and Lady were coming on to the same corn field.   As I stayed there and watched Lady the Mule walked as fast as she could to the rustling flock–walked right into the flock scattering the geese.

The geese rose up in a little tiny flutter to get out of Lady’s way…then settled down in a flurry of feathers.

Up Lady came again scattering the geese so she could pass by.

I was a little afraid the geese would all rise up and fly away, but they didn’t. Just settled themselves over a small way and started pecking up loose corn.

Then that silly mule decided she has reached the perfect spot to take her morning DUST bath. Down she went…rolling this way and that way, so hard and fast the dust rose off the ground in puffs.

Romeo just looked at her twisting and rolling—-and walked right on by like a bath of that nature were not for him (today).

A short little pleasant story, to start the day.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

Something Strange This Way Came—-January 9, 2018

For several days we had thousands of Canada and Snow Geese landing in the field next to our house

They were ever so much fun to watch, listen to their calls and hear the rustling of their feathers as they searched the field for corn.  (We don’t own this field)

Then, either late Saturday night or early Sunday morning — all under cover of darkness

Stick figures appeared in the field.

Of course the geese didn’t land there—thinking these represented danger

Then during the night Sunday or under cover of darkness Monday morning the figures were gone.

We think it was some avid hunters trying to get the thousands of geese to fly to whatever field they were in so ….. well, you know the rest of THAT story.

Anyway…

(This is an old photo, but I loved the colors)

The geese are long gone…only flying over the field, not landing.

I stand outside and call to them as they pass over-head—“You can land on our farm.  You are most welcome here!”

But they fly on.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Other Side of Life—Wednesday, December 7, 2016

the-late-day-flight

I think, sometimes, of what could be on the other side of life….

geese-002It must be ever more beautiful than here.  But the here and now is just so stunningly beautiful it’s hard to imagine.

geese-in-the-sunsetDark takes away all sense of perspective for those of us who live in the sunlight

It seems strangely quiet, although there are night sounds, we just don’t hear them in tones of ‘day ears’.  The night is full of thick shadows, but the day sky is full of clear light.  If we are lucky we can see the soft brilliance of the winging Canada geese.

a-surprise-color-in-winterJust before day fades and night rises up (or just before night is shattered by the rising sun) –there is a time I call —  ‘place where time stops’.  It happens for  just a moment or so, where everything is empty of thought, the soul is soothed–it just takes a second. It is in this spot of time I can I look into something that is a place of peace.   If death lies there, in that place, then I too, can say the other side is stunning.

From my world to your heart!

Linda