Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Three, Friday, June 26, 2020

Chapter Three

Off we went, Mom, Dad, and I clear to the Upper End, then over to the Rocky Point.

After all that riding I was more than ready to get down when they finally stopped at the Middle Field to change and set the water in the growing alfalfa.

I HAD to get DOWN!

Riding so much hurts my bum leg, you see.

Down I went.

I sorta kinda hung out with Mom and Dad watching and waiting for a time when I could slip away and get some of the news out on the farm.

Good. They are busy packing siphon tubes, setting water…I’m off!

Oh!  Look…a bunny.  Darn. It hopped away too fast.

Oh, well… Quail!


OOPS! I think I scared it.

Moving on now… PHEASANT!

I jumped back fast,

that bird was ON a MISSION!

When I jumped back the pheasant screamed and hollered I scared him so bad.

Then he took off in a run, flapping wings and he was gone.

About that time I heard:  “BOOMER! WHERE ARE YOU? TIME TO GO!”

I turned my old ancient self around and heading back to Mom and Dad who were waiting for me.

Then Mom picked me up, put me back down on my very soft fluffy rug…Mom had put a 1” thick piece of foam under my rug and over the ply-wood so my hip wouldn’t hurt like it used to.

I squirmed down, snuggled up to Mom; we were off!

Over to the old Apricot tree (lots of apricots way up high), checked out the ditches in the horse pasture, Mom and Dad petted T’Ata and Glory,

then home again…

Nice. (I have to walk with my tail down when I hurry too fast)


In One Beat of the Heart — Thursday, June 26, 2019

High in the sky

In a flash of feathers


Appearing and disappearing, emerging solid and larger than life


Dipping closer and closer

was the sad fact for the little chipmunk, but a necessary lunch in the of the circle of life.


From my world to yours,


Ruffles in the Air — Wednesday, June 26, 2019

This Red-winged Blackbird was in such a hurry to get away from me I got to see each and every feather as he jolted into the sky

In fresh pale air, I saw little dangling feet

I love to hear this little quail calling, calling —a Gambel’s Quail

Their voices like ruffled water

The flight so effortless to birds, so fascinating to me

When watering our lawn the birds come in flocks to thin out the worm population

A tiny little Killdeer lingering as I walk by

Summer bounty in birds

And of course more feet…and wings

The flash of feathers

Among the soughing Red-stemmed grass, in the beautiful small beating heart, of the feathered and winged world.

From my world to your heart,


Between One Heartbeat and the Next—-Tuesday, June 26, 2018

How fast time flows.  Sometimes I just amazed at how fast twenty years fly by.

Sometimes I wonder if somewhere along the way I stepped through a ley line.  (A line of magnetic force) and zapped myself from there into here.

I still feel young.  I still feel like maybe I’m 30-35 years of age.

But when I stop and think about it…I have lived all those years, I made the wear and tear on my body, although my soul doesn’t know it.

My mind and my memories know.  Twenty years have flown, or thirty years or even more…depending on where my memories land.

Although time has gone fast, I must admit each moment is exquisite–in pain or happiness.

Each moment has made us who we are; who you are and who I am.

And THAT, my friends, is a very good thing.




Riding Straight into the Light—-Monday, June 26, 2017

We are gradually moving through the growing season.

The middle of this week we will be cutting the alfalfa (for the second time this year)

The swallows flit and dart through the air searching out bugs for breakfast, lunch, and dinner!  Keeping the mosquitoes at bay!

We are still having wind…sometimes a light breeze that stirs the leaves in the garden, sometimes a wind, which whips the branches of the trees, and sometimes a wind we can not see; stirring the clouds causing cloud shadows to move swiftly across our farm

This part of earth is truly full of peace.

All people — well, the majority of people—crave peace.

I find peace here…on this little dab of land…where dreams lift off the earth and rush toward the stars,

The swelling morning sun shouts “WAKE-UP”

And the red blaze of the western sun fills the evening sky.

Mother Earth, Father Sky…the infinite Universe…healer/scryer…the gift of peace.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,




Running Late— Thursday, June 26, 2014

Sorry I’m running late today on my blog post.  Terry and I were over at the equipment storage area working on the hay swather. (The biting bugs are horrid!!!—Lots of horse flies, deer flies, mosquitoes,  and those other nasty biting things!)

He had to remove a broken piece off the sickle bar and needed my extra hands.  If you are going to farm it’s a real good thing to be able to fix the variety of farm machinery that seems to fall apart just when you are not wanting it too. 🙂

I want to thank all of you who have clicked the follow button, left comments of where you hail from, and asked to Friend me on Face Book.  We are a great company of wonderful blog friends from here to there!  (Uncle Spike is even from Turkey)

rainbowSara, from a  Punkin’s Patch sent me a beautiful rainbow to start my day with!  How lucky we all are!

Remember if you would like to share anything with my reader’s on this blog I am open to do so…especially if you have a rainbow or moon bow (on my bucket list) or just something really cool I would love to post it.  I always ask your permission first and then give you credit.


I must be off…Terry had to come in an make a phone call.  I had to come in an make a post on my blog, but it’s time to get back over there.


(One of the corn fields)

Your western Colorado farm friend,