When the season of winter arrives turning the air all bitter and cold
I still have sunflowers—made from rotary hoe wheels—
And a crafted of metal sunflower
Perfect reminders of the warmer seasons!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Geez, traveling with Boomer is ever so booooooooring! Boring! I mused as I left Boomer trailing behind Mom with a determined look on his face.
Winter is long, the days are long, the nights are horribly long; all I want to do is get out of the house and explore.
Hum…no one has been here. I don’t even see a raccoon footprint.
Let me see that wild cat hasn’t been by the yard for a long time. I wonder if all the cows chased him away. I think I take a little peek in the canal—sometimes I can catch that mean, wild, thing trying to slip onto the farm and grab some of the mice who hang out by the barn.
Nope, no strange cat prints.
I think I am going to head to the Cross-Over ditch. It’s rather dull here. There are lots of things to see and do way up to the ditch.
Let’s see; let me count the ways:
(I have a feeling the pipes are closed off. It seems Dad does that before the snow comes. —But I will go look anyway)
Okay, before I go, let me head over to the woodpile. I like the woodpile. There are MICE in the woodpile. I’ll just hang out and grab a snack or two. Then head off through the corrals, past Dad working on one the buildings and be on my way to the Cross-Over pipe!
Wings! I just love those marvelous feathery wings
Terry and I were driving home last evening, from town, when we thought to take the route through the Confluence Park
We were just in time for the Canada Geese to come winging in for the night
It was poetry in action—a form of music after a long day
The geese were singing in thrilling cords, announcing their arrival, lapsing into small jagged sounds as they landed dragging their feet to stop; hushing whispery sounds as they jockeyed for spots on the mostly frozen lake
The air was thrumming with the sound of wings, and cheerful calls from one to another.
We were delighted to share the evening with the geese and a massive red sunset.
From my world to your heart,
196 cows! Gradually over the month of December the 100 head of cows grew by 96 more
Lots of cows!
As with cows…there are always those ‘clever’ ones who are NOT afraid of the electric fence
Many times in the last week they were here Terry and I had the privilege of putting them back in
Not just in the daytime, but nighttime also
After several times of chasing cows
Running through the night
The enchantment of the cows wore off quickly.
Come Saturday morning, just before noon. The rancher and his crew arrived
Off they went to another farm on Falcon road.
Regnegade cows—just like regnegade people, chickens, dogs, cats exist anywhere! 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm!
The little birds were restless, as were the other animals…a shifting of here and there. I thought possibly it was a search for food…the need to fill up to prepare for a long journey or another onslaught of storms.
Then a melt occurred! Snow fell off the roof of the house with a loud bam, snow melted out of the tire wells, giving the car tires a much needed relief from packed snow, AND puddles arrived in the yard where once snow drifts lay.
This morning we can hear the sound of tires slipping and sliding on the pavement a mile away, as drivers head to work, forgetting to go slow.
Just because the pavement looks dry….
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Yesterday we had a wee melt. Complete with dashes of sunshine here and there, off and on!
Later that afternoon, Terry, Boomer and I took a four-wheeler ride to the rocky hill. The chilled air knifing back in a shower of tiny bits of snow from the wheels of Terry’s four-wheeler, causing Boomer to snuggle up tight against me. I found this comforting-his warm body smashed against my back.
Our farm and the neighboring farms were a winter painting, cows dotting the landscape far and away. As we sat there, the sun hanging low in the sky, the silence was broken by a murder of crows, settling down on the farm, actually on the corn still standing in the fields, for their supper.
It’s all gone now…warmed up and melted away. A winter fairy-land.
Your friend, in January, on a farm, on the western side of the Rocky Mountains in Colorado. 🙂