My 12th Birthday Party A Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter Four

My Thirteenth 12th Birthday

Chapter Four

 

I decided my first stop was going to be way over at the other equipment area…Stewart and Stanley Squirrel had vacated our farmyard and moved over to the old equipment area after one of our adventures a while back and never came home again.

So, if I want to see them, I have to go over there.

Sometimes I go over with Mom…Mom likes to feed the squirrels and chipmunks who live over there; she doesn’t do it often, but when she does I always go with her.

I picked up my paws and trotted swiftly along…only stopping once in a short while to pick up any news about the farm—you know little tidbits of knowledge.

As soon as I got over to the equipment I ran into Stewart and then Stanley.

They are very busy gathering ‘stuff’ to push down into their cellars in their little holes…so busy they really couldn’t stop and talk to me.

Also, their cheeks were amazingly full.

I then moved on down to another piece of equipment looking for Chester the chipmunk and anyone of his family.

There he was and so was Chimmy his new girlfriend.  Neither one of them even gave me the time of day.

Well, that was disappointing!

I did see a few birds sitting around on the implements, but most birds always act rather afraid of me and fly off.

Speaking of flying off a HUGE bird flew right over my head and gave me the startle of my life!  I flung myself down and crawled on the ground I was so terrified I was going to be bird food. (Although, it would have to big a rather HUGE bird to pick me up, but still.)

I did check out the finch feeder Mom hung up to see who was visiting the feeder.

On my way back out the equipment area, I scared up a mess of ring-neck doves.

I bayed at them and a gave a little chase.  Not a huge chase just a little chase.  I mean, after all, I am on an adventure.

Then…right out the blue—a HAWK took out after the doves!  Talk about scattering doves, that did it!

I sat down and high-fived the hawk.  He didn’t see me.

I sniffed and snuffled all along the equipment, down in the tree hollows, over into the old fill-in silage pit when I saw

A Message is written in stone on the ground!

Come this way…help!  It said!

Help!?

I best go that way to see who is in trouble and what I can do to help.

With that, I was off…heading toward where?  I guess I will keep looking for signs until I can figure it all out!

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On One Fine Day —- Thursday, November 15, 2018

On Sunday we saw an FB page from someone, who said they live at, or around Blue Mesa Reservoir.  On that page, he said that the water in the Blue Mesa Reservoir was so low that buildings from the Old town of Sapinero were starting to appear in the lake.  He then showed a photo of what he said was the old Sapinero grocery store.

Now Terry and I remember Sapinero, the old town, and we remember when the Blue Mesa Reservoir was filled completely covering the old town…not so very long ago.  It was in 1963.

We also know that even if the old town was completely covered with water, the New town of Sapinero was moved up on land above the Blue Mesa Reservoir making a complete community for those who wished to have their postal address say Sapinero, Colorado.

Off we drove looking for the buildings of the submerged old town of Sapinero.

The only buildings we saw were the dock houses.  (The water is extremely low.) So we stopped and talked to Park Ranger.  He looked at us as if we were nuts.

“No,” he said, shaking his head in puzzlement.  “No old buildings, just the two dock houses.  The water is terribly low” he went on to explain, but the reservoir is 39% of its capacity.” 

He asked us why we asked.  We explained about the FaceBook page.  He just shook his head and said…”Sounds like someone was using Photoshop.”

He shook our hands and we left.

So here you have it— only the boat dock houses are on the lake.  Although they have told all boats they can no longer use the lake because of the boat ramps being so high.

We stopped at an interpretive sign so I could take a photo of it to post to you–:)   As you can see Sapinero is way down at the bottom of a huge canyon.  We used to have to drive into the canyon following the train tracks to go to Gunnison, Colorado.

The old town of Sapinero is very close to where the dam is now.  For the water to be so low in the Blue Mesa Reservoir that the buildings were starting to appear…the whole reservoir would have to be empty.

Sigh!

So whoever it was that posted this really just made everything up.  BUT—-it did get us out of the house and up to the Reservoir for a little ride!  That turned out nicely!

You folks have a good one…we are still moving along with harvest!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

With a Grin of Delight—Wednesday, November 14, 2018

(Yes flip-flops…but as of today I’m switching into tennis shoes…it’s just too cold anymore. 🙂 )

I don’t usually go down with Terry to dump the corn at the Elevator…I just have too much stuff to do here at the house.  But his second load he asked if I would go with him

So I did!  🙂  This is the inside where the corn is unloaded.

After the corn is dumped, the floor is swept up, putting each kernel into the elevator.  (I swept the floor.  I’m good at things like that. 🙂 )

The line was long when we left …the semi’s take a whole hour to dump…just to give you an idea of the length of wait time. (But let me tell you, those drivers are not bored, they get out of the trucks and stand around in groups visiting. 🙂  )

Back to the field.  Twilight Terry finished up the last hopper full for the day.

I heard the crows calling as I was coming in from the field.  Change is in the air.

We start again in the early morning.

Propelled forward by a truckload of corn.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

In the Steady Hiss of a Cold Wind—Tuesday, November 13, 2018

Terry took a corn sample down to the Elevator this morning to have moisture checked

It came in at 13%

So we began {again}.

Although the sky was an amazing blue, the air was extremely frigid…a sharp, very sharp wind was blowing, but in the combine…it was toasty warm.

But I’m here to tell you, driving the tractor was a tad cold. Two coats and a hoodie and I forgot my gloves…go figure!

🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado Farm,

Linda

Brief Cheers! — Sunday, November 11, 2018

Finally, after staying steady and ‘keeping after it’

I got the leaves off the yard!

Although I thought the leaf covered lawn was rather pretty, the lack of leaves is much more appealing.

SMILING BIG HERE!!  🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

An Avenue of Escape—-Thursday, November 8, 2018

I am really not good at sitting watching TV…my hands need to be doing something so my ears can listen.  Otherwise, I’m up and down; restless.

I am also not very good at complicated things.  So I look for kits to work.

I have one daughter who loves Halloween…I just finished this cute little pillow top and am now working on another one.  I will post it when I finish.

Then I have another daughter who loves Christmas.  This is also a kit, but I changed it up some….creating two pockets to reflect their dogs

Gypsy who is an Old English Bulldog

This is not a very good photo, but it gives you an idea of what she looks like…she is gray and white.

And Scout who is an Australian Kelpie

This morning I saw a rainbow…on my kitchen floor…I’ll take any type of rainbow wherever I can!

You folks have a good day!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Gentle Art of Being a Hero—Wednesday, November 7, 2018

Mindy was an older feral cat when she decided at her mature age of 5 to come live on the farm with us

We allow her to come and go in the house as she wishes

To sleep wherever she wants in the house

Although, she loves me and the food I magically appear before her

But where Boomer is always with me

Her most favorite person in the whole wide world

Is Terry.

I think the feeling is mutual 🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

 

 

spoke the words slowly, in an ancient tongue come down from the days of the Norsemen. “Say it in English,” I said, seeing from Roger’s face that while he spoke the words, he did not recognize them all. “O Lord, bless the blood and the flesh of this the creature that You gave me,” Jamie said softly. He scooped a pinch of the herbs himself, and rubbed them between thumb and forefinger, in a rain of fragrant dust. “Created by Your hand as You created man,  Life given for life.  That me and mine may eat with thanks for the gift,  That me and mine may give thanks for Your own sacrifice of blood and flesh,

The Earth Surrounded in Wrapping —- Tuesday, November 6, 2018

Yesterday morning we woke to fog

The sun peaking through more like candlelight that sunshine

It was beautiful!  The earth so much warmer than the air, decorating everything in rich drops of moisture

A wee cloud filling each and every crevis on our farm. Interlacing each building and piece of farm equipment together creating a secret, but trusted spot.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

 

CORN HARVEST!!! YA! We Have Begun—-Sunday, November 4, 2018

We have begun!  The last of our crops are now being harvested.  Sometime in the next two weeks, with fingers crossed and the creek doesn’t rise,

Our fields of corn will be at the elevator

Then it will be time to put the whole farm to bed and work on fences until the cows come in.

But all that is down the road a spell…for right now we will enjoy

Getting the corn off the shucks and into the truck!

And down to the Elevator.  This is an old photo from January 2016….the year the corn would NOT dry down until January.  It shows you where we go to deliver our harvest.

Anyway…we are up and running now!

And THAT is a very good thing!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda