The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Where we are Now

Where we are now…the pinto bean harvest is over.  Although, Dad says he isn’t selling the pinto beans right now…he wants to wait for a spell.

There is still irrigation water to set and change. The corn is still in need of water and the alfalfa fields also.

Look at this!  It’s a Foam Ball—pretty cool.  This Foam Ball was made from the foam on the ditch water going around and round and round.  As soon as Mom and Dad removed the dam it was gone.

Mom watches out for me lots now.  She says she does NOT want me wandering off searching for news and stuff…

next month I will be 13 years old and she says my age will get in the way of me staying safe out there in the wilds of the farm.

I rode every day and every second of the whole pinto bean harvest with Mom.  Even in the broiling sun!  Then I rode in the back of the pick up to town and back to go to TRACTOR SUPPLY (that’s MY store) and went with Mom to get parts when the combine broke down.

I was really busy!

But I do stay close to Mom.

Especially out on the ditch bank.

I can still hear well and I can see better than some dogs at my age, but sometimes I wonder if she might be right.

For Instance—last night—way in the dark, when I went out to relieve myself…. I SAW SPACE SHIP LIGHTS!!!

That was scary!

I know about real SCARY things on the farm like, coyotes and stuff like that, but SPACE ALIENS I don’t know anything about and I don’t want to LEARN!!!

So that’s where we are now.  Harvest of the pinto beans is over—the corn harvest is yet to come.  The days are growing shorter and shorter.

And the nights colder.

The hummingbirds are fewer and fewer.  Mom only sees them in the early morning or late in the evening at the feeder.  This morning there were actually 4 drinking.  Yesterday there was only 2.

The Barn Swallows have left; all the summer birds are gone now.  Makes Mom sad…but I tell her there is no reason to be sad.  SHE HAS ME!

WAIT!  What was that?!?  I think I had better so see!

BYE!

Boomer Brown

 

 

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The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— For the Birds

Well, here we are …Dad has pulled and bladed all the pinto beans and they are drying in the field.  Now everything depends on the weather for how long it takes the pinto bean pods to dry.

So that is enough about that!

Now about the birds…. the little Barn Swallows are starting to try out their wings.  Every day they fly just a little bit further than yesterday.

Still coming back to sleep in that very crowded nest at night.  FOUR little ones in one nest!  Beats me how they do it.

Sleep in the nest, I mean.  When I look up there they look C.R.O.W.D.E.D!

 

They aren’t big enough to go out on their own…the mom and dad birds are still feeding them. 

Even when the kids are sitting on the rooftop.

The hummingbirds are becoming less and less here.  Makes Mom sad, but she told me (while petting all over my belly); “They have to leave, Boomie or they could never make it through the winter.  Winter is coming.”

 

While out doing the ‘stuff’ we always do on the farm

I ran into a couple of pheasants!  Boy! Those birds sure can scare the heck out of me…if I run into them they squawk really loud, flap their wings and fly right up into the air.  Sometimes it scares me so bad I lose my scent on the ground!!!!!

Oh.

That reminds me.  I saw Quade the Quail yesterday!

Quade was checking out the neighborhood on top of one of Dad’s pieces of equipment. He didn’t run off or jump down or anything, so I stopped by and we had a wee chat.

Quade agrees with me…. Fall is here!  Quade also predicts a hard winter.  I asked him if that means lots of snow…he just shook his head and said Hard.  Very hard.  Then lifted his wings and flew way up into the nearby tree.

Well, I guess hard is hard.  Either too dry or too much snow.  I guess only time will tell.

Boomer Beaglie Brown

The Joy of Thunder—- Thursday, August 23, 2018

We have had rain!!!

Beautiful cool misty rain…although not long, nor in sheets of showers

But still, it is rain!  Other places around us got more rain than we.  But I will take whatever we get and feel a relief at that!

Even the little hummingbirds calmly rested on the flowers as the thunder rolled over-head

In the stillness after the storm(s) rolled through the little birds fed in the bright pearled mist

The earth not so wet we slipped as we walked along the ditch banks.

Still, the moisture in the air, the lack of smoke because of the rain was all bliss!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Come Sit with Me—Monday, August 20, 2018

Come sit with me…let time slow down…

Let the hummingbirds be the only whirlwind

Enjoy (with me) our now fall days…summer is quickly passing

Morning air is crisp if not clear, and the plants have dew drops like rain upon their leaves

The crows are back a sure sign of soon to be harvesting and I heard two owls in the wee morning light today

Moisture is even in the air —above the smoke-filled clouds

Either a slight rainbow or a sundog…cooler weather is coming our way

Terry has stopped the water on the pinto bean field…in one week he will start pulling the beans.  In two weeks we harvest.

Still for a short while…sit with me

Let the summer day pass into fall with peace and joy

Quietness and comfort as the day winds down

And the little hummingbirds drink their fill

In that hour between day and night

Just before the sun sets.

From my world to your heart, My Friends,

Linda

At the End of the Day, Is Peace — Thursday, August 9, 2018

The smoke blew away during the day. Leaving us with soft puffy white clouds.

There were two new fires yesterday…one in Gateway,

And one around Delores, Colorado—adding to smoke coming over the Uncompahgre Plateau

Still, there were moments of the bluer sky and puffer white clouds

Still, there was a rightness in our yard and on the farm

The little hummingbirds buzzed around us as we moved to and fro and in and out

Their movements and chatter a melody.

It’s easy to stop all work and just sit still watching them

Letting time and work slip by like water in the canal

The silence left, after the wind dies down, filled with the buzz

Of tiny wings

And chatter as they vie for places along the feeders

Peace

and tranquility, and calm

Experienced while watching those tiny flying jewels called Hummingbirds.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Flying Jewels of Color — Tuesday, July 24, 2018

The hummingbirds are enjoying the feeders —we have a variety of the little flitting and humming birds.

The Refus are back.  They are two weeks early.  It was a surprise to see them and this little Ruby Throated One sitting on the feeder.

They start feeding as soon as the sky turns pearly gray in the morning

And stay busy on the feeders and in my gardens until the last light of night

Then when the moon’s shadows start to fill the open ground they vanish.  Tucked away somewhere resting.  Until day starts again.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

Something Sweet and Fragile —- Monday, June 25, 2018

We have this darling little nest out in the tractor shed….where one set of hatchlings have already occurred

There are three nests there, but only one female sitting.  No true leisure for her.

Then letting the hen out of the hen house yesterday morning, I realized I had somehow trapped a hummingbird in with the hen overnight.

Well, that’s not a good thing I thought to myself.

Then later on in the afternoon, while laying fresh bedding down, a hummingbird buzzed my head…in the chicken house!

Non-plussed I wondered…what is going on here?!

Looking around to see what would be the attraction of little hummer to a chicken house

I found…

 Another solid little nest, complete with a tiny graceful female hummingbird.

Now the paradox has begun

How to keep the chicken safe from predators at night, allow the hummingbird to feed as long as possible (they feed until dark) and get out early enough (they start feeding at first light) and keep the hen safe.

So at first light, I rush out to the hen house, open the door.  Then at the very tail end of last light, I shut the door, even though the hen has been abed for a little while.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

A Secret World of Ancient and Mystic Things—-Tuesday, June 5, 2018

Spring and Summer are such magical times.  They are neither dark and dreary, or so brilliantly colored you forget to see the magic happening right in front of your eyes.

Spring and Summer are somehow a time set aside, a time when spirits roam from daylight until dark, and the old gods walk upon the land in that time of Twilight.

Where all those tiny little creatures perform that mystic ritual of building nests

Of this and that

In secret tiny spaces….waiting and sitting and waiting until the whole world is greeted with the joy of bright little babies.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

The Dream Which Holds Us—Thursday, May 31, 2018

A squall blew up for a few seconds/minutes yesterday…dropping light rain on the ground and messing up all the just washed windows….ah, well, they will wash again.

Then the clouds dispersed and a steadily strengthening sun came out…I didn’t see a rainbow.  😦

There were other beautiful things to share—the warm evening air, tenting us with the feeling of silk on our skin

The light and shadows falling on those things in bloom, making welcome colors for our eyes

And that sound of always running water, giving life to crops.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Heaven’s Winds —- Tuesday, May 1, 2018

The wind has been rather rough here of late.  Days of high winds and cold weather.

Still the fragile fruit trees are blooming…bursting forth in masses of blooms in hopes of having fruit.

The wind is armed with cruel arrows of 20 m.p.h. to 40 m.p.h. bursts trying to shatter and scatter the blooms.

Now, today, it’s cold. Windy and cold.

The little birds sit in pairs trying to keep warm.

Still the work goes on.  Early morning to late at night.  The spring sunlight breathing cold with the wind, but stunning in the sky.

From my world to your heart,

Linda