A Mindy Adventure Story—Life Goes On, Friday, November 20, 2020

Chapter Three

 

After a good night’s sleep on my chair that I adore, I decided it was time to head outdoors.

Being inside is good, keeps me from getting cold feet, and cold fur, but I get tired of inside.

MEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.  I yelled at Mom, who was fixing breakfast. MMEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOWWW!

“Geez,” Dad exclaimed, getting up from his place by the woodstove. “What is it, Mindy?   Oh. You want out.  Okay, out you go.”

Out I went, running as fast as I could through the door, ear flat, tail flat.  Then I stopped.

It is cold still. Mist everywhere. Not only cold, damp.

Okay, that’s how it is…I’m not going back inside I need to go see if there are any mice anywhere.

Hmmm

I wonder about the hayfield.  I haven’t been there for several days.

Off I went, the mist just starting to burn off as the sun grew warmer.

Okay…

Hum

Looking

Looking

“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!”

What the heck…?

“YEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!”

My goodness!  I looked all around me trying to figure out what I was hearing.

“HEY CAT!”

I looked up on top of the power pole

HAWK!

Oh! My Goodness…HAWK!

“Don’t worry, Cat.” The hawk yelled down to me. “I’m full.  I had breakfast a short while ago. I just heard the news. Boomer has left the farm for the Rainbow Bridge. Is that true?”

I sat down and peered up at the hawk who was peering down at me— “Yes, my wonderful friend, Boomer lives over the Rainbow Bridge now.” I answered.

“Gosh, this is sad news,” Hawk replied. “Sad news!

I used to see him checking out the news all over the farm.

We would visit sometimes.

Does Oreo know?

Or Freddy Fox?”

“I don’t know” I hollered back to Hawk…but, I’m thinking, if you know, then probably

Ruth the Owl,

Oreo the Skunk, and

Freddy and his family must all know.”

 

“Maybe so, Cat, Maybe so…I think I’m off to find out.”

I watch Hawk rise up and flap away.

Then just as suddenly Hawk was circling and

LANDING

Not far from me.

I made to run.

“STOP CAT!  I just wondered one more thing.

Do the coyotes know.”


“Coyotes!  COYOTES? I don’t know, Hawk. I don’t know.”

 

With that, I ran as fast as I could toward the safety of the house. 

 

Toward DAD!

I Had to Get out of the open of that alfalfa field.

A Mindy Adventure Story—Life Goes On—Chapter Two, Friday, November 13, 2020

Chapter Two

“Stewart!  STEWART!!!”  Stanley yelled as he scampered all over the large logs.

 

“STEWART!!!”

“WHAT?!?  Geez, what could be so important to take me away from a yummy pile of peanuts?”

Stewart looked up to see Stanley barreling toward him.

 

“Stewart, O! Stewart, something so sad and terrible has happened, I’m finding it hard to know what to do.” Stanley wailed.

“WHAT is IT, Stanley!  I can’t help you if you don’t calm down enough to tell me what is going on.”

 

“Oh, Stewart!  Boomer has left all of us and gone over the Rainbow Bridge.  He is GONE! Never to take us for rides around the farm again.  O!, Stewart, I am so sad.  He was a good friend to us.”  With that Stanley let two great big tears roll down his little squirrel cheeks.

Stewart was just in mid-chew, of a delicious peanut Mom had put out as a fun snack for him and Stanley.

“NO! NO! I didn’t even know Boomer was sick!  He didn’t tell us.  He didn’t let us know!” Stewart responded in shock.

“Mindy Cat told me just a few minutes ago.  Boomer is gone, traveling around with Fuzzy now doing all sorts of stuff without us. OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH BOOMER!” Stanley wailed.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BOOMER!” Stewart chimed in.

The two little squirrel brothers sat there; heads hung low; hearts heavy.

“Well, what do we do now,” Stanley asked after a very long moment of silence.

“I think we had better go find Chip and let him know.  Chip enjoyed Boomer.  And Mrs. Bunny.”

“Oh, YES!  Mrs. Bunny.”

“Okay, let’s move on down the equipment line and see if we can find Chip or Mrs. Bunny.” Stewart headed toward the end of the log gathering himself to jump onto the hay hauling trailer.

“MINDY!” Stewart stopped.  “Hey, Mindy, have you seen Chip or Mrs. Bunny?”  Stewart inquired.

“Chip?  Mrs. Bunny?” I stopped my pursuit on the trailer;  following the scent of several mice, you see, yummm—

a Momma mouse and her bazillion little ones.

 

“Actually, No.  I haven’t really been looking for them.” I replied. “Maybe you can go check on the grain head or down by the roller, or under one of the combines.  I’ve seen each of them there at different times of the day. Or you might go over to the stacked wood by the chicken house, sometimes they are over there.”  I gave them all a small wave and headed on about my business.

“Okay,” Stewart and Stanley replied in unison…off we go—first let’s do the equipment area, there is always yummy corn kernels by the combines and other types of goodies.”

“CHIP!  CHIPPPP!”  We yelled as loud as our squirrel voice could yell—“CHIP WHERE ARE YOU!”

“Boys! Why are you screaming so loud?”  Mrs. Bunny came hopping from the, now harvested cornfield.  If you don’t keep your voices down you could call in the

crows

or that Hawk pair who have decided they live on our farm.” Mrs. Bunny admonished Stewart and Stanley.

“We are looking for Chip”, Stewart explained to Mrs. Bunny.

“And YOU!”  Stanley chattered in.

Suddenly a brown ball of fur zipped right into our midst, running right into Stanley and bowling him over.

“I AM HERE! IAMHERE!”  Chip chattered.  “I’m HERE!”

‘Oh, good,” Stewart replied, helping Stanley up and dusting Stanley off. “We have some very sad news to tell you.”

“SAD!” Mrs. Bunny and Chip exclaimed at the very same time.

“Yes”, Stanley replied. “Mindy cat just told us that Boomer, our Buddy, has left the farm to live over-the Rainbow-Bridge.  Boomer is no longer here to protect and take care of us.”  Stanley burst out in tears, all over again.

There was stunned silence from Chip and Mrs. Bunny.

“Oh, Boomer,” Mrs. Bunny sadly said.  “Oh, Boomer.  Thank you for being our friend. Run free.” Mrs. Bunny pronounced to the Sky. “Run free.”

“BAWLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” Chip wailed.  “I didn’t get to say Goodbye.”

“Well, no, none of us did”, chattered Stewart.  But Mindy told him good-bye and said she would let all his friends know.”

“Mindy.  Oh. Good.’  Mrs. Bunny calmy uttered.

“Then we don’t have to let Freddy, his Mom (shudder)

or those very large and noisy raccoons know.

Mindy can do it.”

“Hummm, Chip squeaked… “I wonder where Mindy is now, and what she is doing.”

“I would imagine she is looking for Boomer’s friends to let them know…she has a big job now.  Telling the farm our most wonderful dog friend is over the rainbow bridge.”  Mrs. Rabbit turned and bounced back into the cornfield.

Chip looked at us, gave a little hand-wave, and said: “Let’s go eat peanuts.”

So, we all ran back to the logs and the nice treats Mom had put there for us.

After my mouse snack, I decided it was time to move on.

 

 

 

A Wee Gift of Magic — Thursday, October 22, 2020

There is something so extra special

When something unexpected comes your way

Taking you by surprise

That is what happened to Terry and me yesterday in the mail.

A special hand-made card-sending us strength and love as we move through this time with

Our darling little Beagle.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

That Most Magnificent of Hunters —Thursday, October 15, 2020

Sometimes, when out  watching the birds swooping and diving

I also see

That most

Magnificent of hunters

Searching, searching, searching,

Searching for dinner.  (I love seeing the shadow, also.) — I use a zoom lens.  Just so you know. 🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, Sunday, September 20, 2020

Shhhhhh

Don’t make a sound

There!

In the middle of the Back Forty and

And all the green growing things.

At the top of the day!

The silent stalkers hunting

Shhhhhhhhhh

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

 

Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know Chapter Eight, Friday, August 14, 2020

Chapter Eight

 

Off Mom (and Dad)  and I went on the four-wheeler…. time to change the water.

 

Mom sat me down.

I hung around for a time, watching Mom.

Pretty soon Mom was caught up in digging and shoveling and—you know, Stuff.

So Off I went.

Heck, there are things to see and stuff to learn about out on the farm, hanging with Mom and Dad is rather BORING!

I snuffled and sniffed my way over to WAIT!


“Hey, Hi, Stanley!

Stanley stopped munching on the peanuts Mom puts out for him.

“Hey, Boomer! Long time no see!”

I just started to make myself comfortable when Stanley came to attention, then suddenly jumped down; ZOOM he was gone.

I wonder what scared him.

 

Nothing happening out here, but a flock of corn birds flying around.

I looked up just then

and saw HAWK!

OH! That’s enough to scare anyone!

Just about that time I heard Mom hollering for me… “BOOMER LET’S GO!”

Okay.

 

Time to go.

I trotted back to Mom. She picked me up and sat me right back down on my comfy spot on the four-wheeler.

“Forward we go, Mom!” I yipped.

Forward we go!

 

 

 

The Heat of Summer is Here—Thursday, July 9, 2020

A wee tiny bird (I think might be a Starling) is living out it’s beginning life, in a hollow of a limb of the tree in our yard

At the Upper End, we have pheasants. Delightful birds

Over by the equipment area, I saw a fun courting couple

Then on the back road going to the Back Forty twice,

I ran across this pretty handsome feller

Our days are in the 100*s now. That is 37.7c.

At the peak of the heat in the daytime, the little songbirds rest—such wise little creatures

Or come to our chicken yard and try to grab a snack or two…

I’m sure they are thinking “get some food while everyone sleeps, then no one will ever know.)

The hawks and other raptors silent shadows slide over the warm and bright land

The blue sky is alive with life


As so is the earth

Ah  Summer so

Full Life

Full of Joy

Full of Daily Adventures

To me

The most perfect time of the year!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Snapping Photos of Earth’s Flying Jewels — Thursday, May 28, 2020

A little Black-Chinned Hummingbird kept flitting from wire to fence as I walked down the long, long farm lane

I found watching it a huge delight…like he was playing with me

Here I an here—see…then he would lift up and flit to the next section of the fence.

Sometimes my finger on the camera button is a tad too slow…what was a beautiful bird is now only tail feathers in the lens. 🙂

Who do I help the hawk for lunch or the unsuspecting dinner?

Sometimes I don’t really know what to do.  So I turned away.  I didn’t want to know how things turned out. That instant where something is one thing, then suddenly something else…I just don’t like knowing about it.

Birds are always awake, even before the sun comes up

(Looking at our farmhouse and farmyard from way over there across two fields)

Our world is so beautiful…full of songs in so many forms.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

Entwined in my Heart — Monday, December 9, 2019

Another wee rainbow yesterday!  What a joy to behold!

A hawk sat in the branches of the old Willow tree

He looked a little worse for wear…probably the too wet of the night. (I’m guessing)

Because of the rain, the ground was just right for Terry to smooth out the road

In front of the sheds.  It’s funny how the long lane to the house and the roads around the sheds seem to get lumps and bumps.

Then in the quiet, while I hauled wood and gathered eggs

I saw an unusual bird, a Woodpecker possibly?  Does anyone know?

And I think, this is a hawk…what do you think?

My daily sphere of life, little treasures of the ordinary.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Mom and I Out on the Farm

Mom and I went out on the farm to see what we could see:

(From Pinterest)

First off, we saw lots of tracks—Bird feet

Shadows of grasses

Shadows of the weeds

Shadows of corn

Some birds, but they were flying,

not walking

We have lots and lots of Quail…masses of them, like a bazillion or so.  (It’s really fun to run up to them and make them scatter; some fly, some run, some hide. Ever so much fun!)

We saw TWO snake skins.

One was SUPER big.  Mom said she was glad she didn’t see the snake, the skin was bad enough.

We saw Stanley

Fox feet tracks,

I wonder if it was Kit?

Raccoons, they are here, there, and everywhere

Mom saw a busy bug

in the flower weeds

I sniffed here there and everywhere

Mom and I had lots and lots and lots of fun!

Boomer Beaglie Brown (BAY, HOWL, HAWOOOOOO)