There Quietly Breathing; Waiting for Me —- Tuesday, August 18, 2020

 

While out doing ‘my work’ in the hayfield—wait I’m getting ahead of myself

When Terry bales, sometimes the bales coming out of the baler tip over-

Or twist…see the photo

So I go out to correct the bale and get it into the proper position the stack wagon can pick it up.

Otherwise, Terry has to get off the tractor, straighten the bale, get back onto the tractor…you understand.

Anyway, I was moving along several rows ahead of Terry, straightening, rolling, [fix’n] bales, and picking up rocks

When I SAW…a heart setting there in harmony with all the cut stems!

Of course, I picked it up—for home it was going to reside in my heart rock garden!

Then later that day, as I was finishing up my part of the whole process…

Right THERE…waiting patiently for me to ‘see’ it…was another heart.  All covered in smudges and scratches.  Just perfect for my little garden made of hearts!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — The Earth Ditch

Fuzzy and I have been helping Mom and Dad. 

Fuzz-and-Wind

You can tell it was really windy the last few days by looking at Fuzzy’s fur.

Wind

SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh……really Fuzzy helps…I like to run around and see what I can see and sniff what I can sniff and eat dried out milk duds and well…

I (harrumph) I have LOTS TO DO!

We had snow and cold and wind for two days, in fact it is still cold!  Mom is having us sleep inside, although Fuzzy really doesn’t want too….BUT I DO!!!!!

Mom told Fuzzy when the nights warm back up we can go back out to our covered and snuggly warm dog houses, but until then she would prefer old arthritic dogs and thin-furred dogs to sleep inside.

SO WE GET TO SLEEP INSIDE!!!

YIPPEEE!

Oh.

Well, while Mom and Dad have been busy and Fuzzy has been in charge of the four-wheeler I’ve been checking things out.

Our-Hay

The hay is starting to look nice…Dad will mark it out and start water when he gets done with the corn ground (soon).

Trash-at-the-headgate

The trash has been horrible in the ditches and in the canals…

Here is the trash at the head gate

Trash-1

Dad cleaning out trash in one of the ditches

Piles-of-trash

And piles of trash already cleaned out along the canal

Wind does most of the trash and winter…winter knocks down lots and lots of weeds that the wind loves to carry here and there.

Dam-on-an-earth-ditch

Dad started water in the earth ditch.  We have more than one earth ditch, but this is the biggest and the longest and takes the most work

Set-tubes

Dad uses siphon tubes in the earth ditch…works just like siphoning gas out of a car tank….just saying.  Dip the tube in the water, hold the other end closed, pump several times, fling the tube into the just dug out little furrow and BAM!

Setting-tubes

Water!

Works every time…unless Mom is doing it and she has to work at it a bit longer than Dad.Earth-Ditch Just saying.

Killdear

I saw a killdeer…he wouldn’t look at me, but at least he stood still.  I was really good and didn’t chase it…I don’t chase things, not even rabbits. 

People say I’m a weird Beagle, Mom says I’m perfect!

(SMILE 🙂 )

Range

The sun set last night flinging color all over the San Juan Mountain Range…pretty cool.

Well, Fuzzy and I are off to go check out the yard and bark HELLO over to Hank…I see he is outside his fence now. (Hank stays in the house most of the time with the little kids).

I want to find out what is happening with him!

See Ya!

Boomer

 

They are Back!!!

The rancher who rents our farm for winter pasture called this morning and said he was ready to bring his cows in, he wondered if we were ready for him.  He said he had about 80 cows left to calve out —

Terry told him to come on up.

  Once Davis’s cows hit the bean field they didn’t stop until they got to the hay field. 

But what was funny were our cows….they were up in the corn field when they noticed all of the commotion down at the gate…suddenly it dawned on them ….their friends were back!  Our cows reached the others just about the time Davis’s cows hit the hayfield.

Ahhhhh!

Linda