Friends, Although, Not Kin—-Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Lady has a new forever friend.  She is a Quarter Horse and only four years old

Her Name is Adobe Skipun Te Ata—(how you say it is —-well, your guess is as good as mine…the kids call her T.  I try and say Te at a.)

After a little tiny skirmish, where Lady kicked TeAta and TeAta turned around a whopped Lady…

They have become friends!   TaAta is the boss and Lady is letting her.  Lady let Romeo be the boss also.   She is a follower….which is good.  Two lead equines would Not be a good thing.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

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Heaven is on the Earth in the Eyes of Animals—-Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Lady is changing by leaps and bounds.  She allows the halter to be put on her face, and IF we don’t come at her face, or try to pet her face in anyway shape or form (she had bloody whip lashes on her face when Shannon got her —and old scars on her rear) she is welcoming to our hands

This is a friend’s little kitty….she is very affectionate and loves hanging right by your feet, joyfully purring the whole time.

Then there is that silly, full of personality, Willow, one of Shannon’s cats…he has started smelling like dried alfalfa for some reason 🙂

Animals…they are such an added bonus to our lives.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

In the Growing Warmth of Late Winter and Early Spring—Monday, March 18, 2018

We still have spits and spurts of winter’s blasts.  This Sunday was one of those days, it snowed, it rained and we had sleet. Today’s morning was very chill not really burning off —just as if we were still in February.

Still the works goes on…we didn’t receive enough moisture to muddy up the ground.

Since Lady can no longer have the total run of the farm, we also spent a couple of hours fixing her a spring pasture the other afternoon

Thankfully the day was  warm, Red winged Blackbirds sang happily in the old trees as we worked

The hawks and ravens haunted the clouds way above us.

Lady followed us with picked up ears and her face full of interest in the glittering light on this lovely spring day.

Our oldest granddaughter played her last game of the year…

And always, always everything we do [now] revolves around the opening of the land.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

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Visiting Lady—Wednesday, March 14, 2018

After the loss of Romeo, Lady was distraught and horribly depressed.  It was painful to watch her.

Terry and I and Shannon all took turns to love and pet her, feed her carrots and apples (which she adores) give her lots of brushing and just plain love.

Still it really wasn’t enough—the shadow cast from the loss of her protector and best friend was huge.

We let her back out of the farm where she ran to every place she and Romeo loved to frequent…crying out as she ran.
(This video will give you an idea of her sound.)

Gradually—over-time—with lots of love and reassurance she came to understand Romeo was gone.

Then came the sad, sad day she found the grave.  It really wasn’t far from the barn Romeo loved, but Lady had never given herself time to really notice ‘the spot’.

(Please understand that Romeo was buried in a very deep hole–six feet deep. We love and want to protect his body even in death.)

Shannon said the day Lady found the spot she stood on the grave for a good forty minutes.  Then she gradually walked away, going a short distance, then coming back, standing there a little more, until finally she left.

From that point on Lady started to adjust.  We felt l she had found him, and had come to the point of truly understanding, so she could move past her grief and despair.

(Lady talking to Terry and I—what a cutie)

Today she is moving forward in her little mule life.  She is completely and totally bonded to Shannon (but loves Terry and I also).  She and Shannon are going for rides and are taking riding classes.

From a very battered and damaged mule to a wonderful sweet companion…Lady the mule.

Life on a Colorado farm,

Linda

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—The Mystery Where I Use a Secret

Chapter Six

 

The smells up here are pretty interesting—-deer.  Lots of deer. Let’s see Buck, doe, fawn…buck, hum, another buck…

Oh! Now this isn’t good, crazy coyote tracks and scat…let me see if I can figure out just what pack is traveling around up here.

To be honest I’m surprised we even have a pack of coyotes.  With Lady the Watch Mule on the place no predator has a chance.  Lady will raise up and stomp the heck of them and then give them a swift kick, either knocking them dead…yes, she can take them out…or scattering them over to the other farms, at the very least.

Snuff, snuff, sniff…honk!  Stink up the nose…not good.

Sniff, sniff, YELP!!! It’s the pack of THORINA!!!  Thorina is the mate to Thor—they are the meanest, bad-est, orneriest, lean-limed, long-haired, scruffy-tailed, yellow eyed, slobbering, hungry-looking coyotes around.

I picked my Beagle legs up and took myself up the farm road to the top of the Rocky Point.  That way I could see who, or what is happening way over in the Back Forty—known coyote land—and get a good sniff of the air.

I stood on the point of the hill, sniffing the air, north—horses on the air, they belong to the neighbor on the other hill, east—the smell of Canada Geese and Sandhill Cranes, busily pecking away the earth on the farm looking for spilled corn, south—cows.  Lots and lots of cows.  New babies and new mommas.  Then west—coyotes, but very faintly.  Smells like they are way past the new subdivision over by the canal area.

Good!

I’m good to go for a nice long spell.  Those coyotes will gradually settle down and sleep off most the day.

I stretched out on the point, the sun was warm, the air was warm…the ground was warm………………….zzzzzzzzzz.

I was dreaming a fly was trying to get into my ear.

Shoo, I thought in my dream.  SHOO!

I raised my back leg a tiny little bit to try to get the fly to stop.

The feeling of that fly on my flapped back ear just kept on tickling and tickling.

I jumped up and gave my head a hearty shake.

When I opened my eyes from shaking my head I was looking right in the back end of a SKUNK!

YIKES!

I scampered out of the way and over toward a big old Chico brush—trying with all my might to NOT GET SPRAYED!

I’m been sprayed before and it makes MOM not a happy camper!

Mom has a SKUNK bucket full of all sorts of subbing things for my sprayed-on fur…if I get sprayed—mom uses, one full quart of 3% hydrogen peroxide, ½ c baking soda, 2 teaspoons Dawn dish soap. She mixes all this together…I try to hide —I usually go into my dog house and crunch way back into the corner.  Of course, it never works…she drags me out, and starts soaping me up.

She also uses this really bubbling stuff on me, even if I just find some rich wonderful gooey delight to roll in.

Mom is sometimes a spoiled sport.

So you see…I was backing away as fast and as far as I could!

 

 

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—The Mystery Where I Use a Secret

Chapter Five

I left Mom busy inside and Dad doing something or other around or in his shop and headed up to the Upper End.  There was stuff up there I wanted to sniff out—Spring is in the air and things are stir’n up there.

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Making my way up the road, past Romeo the horse, a quick glance over by the corrals to make sure Lady the mule was waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay out of the way I trotted my little self on down the farm road to the Upper End.

(I must watch out for Lady.  She is a watch mule…we haven’t had any trouble with coyotes coming into the yard since Romeo and Lady have had the run of the farm.

Lady the mule sees anything bordering on the word predator and she is there with teeth and feet to stomp the heck out of them.

Now, since I am a dog Lady will take after dogs on her farm just a fast as she does coyotes and fox…)

On I go; trotting past all the Sand hill Cranes,

who have taken to living on the farm…much to Mom and Dad’s joy.

I’ll bet there are thousands of them.

Well, at least hundreds, they love pecking up the corn the cows didn’t get AND squishing around in the little creek at the Upper End.

Then past the last years pinto bean field until I got to the Upper End.

WOW!

My goodness!

I have never seen so many crows in one spot before EVER!

Especially on the farm!

Especially at the Upper End!

Hundreds of them!

All hanging out fluttering and flapping all over the place. I guess they must like the creek up there also?

(This is last year’s photo.  These cows are not here this year 😦 )

As for me…I think I’ll take a little detour around the crows…they can be right aggressive…Mom, Dad and I have seen them try to attack baby calves’ eyes.  They really enjoy pecking out and eating baby calves’ eyes.

I don’t particularly want to find out if they like big, brown beagle eyes.

I slunk my warm, lovable beagle body down to the ground, hugging the ground as close as I can; making my way past the Upper End, past the little creek, around the corner where I stopped to start checking out all the spring smells on the ground and in the air.

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Shhhh I Have a Secret to Tell You

“Hey, Romeo!  Come quickly!”  Lady brayed!

“Okay…what’s up?”  Romeo put himself in to ‘trot’ gear and headed toward Lady the mule.

“OH, Mom, Dad, and the Beagle are coming up with treats for us!”  Romeo replied. “You stay there, Lady and I’ll go meet them.”

“Yumm apples!”  Lady woofed hers down.

“Yuck!” Romeo replied.  “I only like carrots”

“Hey, Boomer….whisper, whisper, whisper…the next time you come up with the folks, tell you Mom to bring CARROTS!”

“Okay, Romeo…but if you will just go over to where Mom is standing you will see she does have carrots…Just for you”.

“OH!  I guess she does!”

Silly horse!

Boomer

 

 

 

Hair Blowing in the Wind—-Wednesday, February 7, 2018

The other day we had wind!   So much so Romeo didn’t think much of having his mane tossed and ruffled.  It was sorta funny to see him close his eyes and try to endure.

Lady’s mane doesn’t flap about! 🙂  So she didn’t care.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

The Sky is Alive with a Huge Wind/Sleet Storm—-Sunday, January 21, 2018

A big storm blew in last night.  The air buoyant with sleet and cold.

Late last evening we took a wee walk-about, buttoning down all the hatches and feeding the equines some carrots, and giving them lots of pets and love

This morning the sky was gray the air energetic with wind so rough it was almost hard to stand up in it.

It’s sleeting now…coming in sideways from the west…tiny little flakes that beat into your skin and feel more like hail than snow.

If you look outside the things in the distance are all shrouded and filled with mystery–the pearl-gray light making known objects look unreal

The many and varied bird feeders swing wildly in the rush of the wind…no birds clinging to the little wires…hunkered down someplace safe I’m sure.

Terry went with me on my late night walk during the night…this time we only went as far as the equipment area; the wind was too sharp and the visible whirling sleet a tad too much to enjoy the steps and strides.

So for the rest of the day we will hunker down, I will make soup, we will watch football, and take a nap…the world is full of winter today.  (Which is a good thing)

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—The Mystery Where I Use a Secret

Chapter Two

 

Well, darn!  Everything is drying up: the ground, the weeds (they are supposed to, but still, the air and most of all the COW PIES!  Darn it!

You see once the cow pies dry up they are NASTY to eat—like eating sawdust right off one of the logs Dad cuts up for firewood.

PHOOEY!  Spit, hack, and cough!!!

Mom says GOOD! Dad just laughs.  And here is a little secret…even if it were to rain and snow the cow pies will never be good to snack on again.

Pout, pout.

So with the cow pies dried up there really hasn’t been much for me to do—I hang out Mom getting fire wood, out in the shop with Mom and Dad, and go for a couple of walks a day on the farm with Mom.

Mom likes to go for walks.  I like to go with Mom…I keep her safe.  Well, really I keep her company.

We like to walk together, Mom and me.  Sometimes Mindy goes with us, but sometimes not.  Mom likes it both ways, but if Mindy goes we only go ¼ of a mile, if she doesn’t go we go a mile or better…all is good if you ask me.

So off we went.  Mindy was in the house curled up on the sofa next to the wood burning stove, Dad was in town doing something he calls business, which left Mom and me to go for a LONG walk!

YAY!

I stayed with Mom a long time…sniffing here and there, we ran into the equines—Mom gave Lady the Mule an apple she cut up and Romeo the Paint Horse  two carrots.  Romeo does NOT like apples.  Lady likes apples and carrots, but Mom tries to be fair and give the apple to Lady and the carrots to Romeo so they both feel special.

Then we moved on down the field leaving the equines behind munching on weeds, corn stalks and stuff.

Suddenly I caught a whiff of———————-

I was off…leaving Mom in the dust. I jumped over the now empty canal and raced into the weeds on the opposite side

I looked back once saw Mom was turning around and never gave Mom a thought again.

Running with all my muscles in super-fast mode I peeled down the canal bank in hot pursuit of

KIT!

Kit yipped a couple of barks at me then took off even faster

The RACE was on!

Streaming through the weeds and grasses as fast as my beagle legs could carry me I hurried to catchup with Kit!

Then we were on the road heading back TOWARD Mom whom I noticed had made it back down to the farm equipment storage area.

I saw Mom slide over behind the spare-parts combine and just stand there.

About that time Kit was zooming faster than the speed of light heading right toward where Mom was hiding.  I put on my brakes

SCREEECH!!!!!!!!  Sat down with my tail wagging, thinking this was going to be good, Kit was going to run RIGHT by Mom.

I wondered if they were going to scare each other.

I sat there waiting, watching…Kit kept on running…Mom stayed right where she was not moving a muscle…then Kit was by and

Nobody scared anybody.

Oh, well.  It was a good race.  I bayed at Kit: “YOU WIN!!”

Way on up the field by the new culvert Kit finally stopped and yipped back, “I’ll stop and talk next…if your human isn’t there.”

Then he was gone, vanishing into the drain ditch and out of sight.

I howled back—“SOUNDS GOOD!”

Then Mom was there giving me hugs and pats… “Wow, Boomer!  That was cool.”  I don’t always get to see the fox.  Thank you for scaring him up for me.”

Well…I didn’t really scare him up, Kit only let us see him because he wanted us to see him.  How do you tell a human something like that?  So I gave Mom a kiss on the cheek, plus a big goofy grin.

“Let’s go in, Boomie”, Mom said.  She had a huge smile on her face.

My tail wagged just as happily as Mom’s face smiled.