The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Twelve

 

The roar of the sky filled my eyes and ears! The song of those crazy wild coyotes echoed right behind the thunder and the lightening.

I ran!

I kept running!

I had a long way to go to get to the Apricot tree, then to Dad’s equipment area, where I would turn and start down the new cement ditch.

Then the wind picked up and roared into life!  It would have been nice if the wind was a ‘changed wind’ and came behind my back, but NO I was running INTO the wind!

My heart was pounding, my legs hurting, and my lungs just about to give out.

Sadly I collapsed!

I was way too tired to keep going.

Ruth fluttered down beside me, “You okay?” she poked her wing at my face, the longest feather on the tip of her wing tickled my nose. I jumped up and SNEEZED!

“A….yeah!  Just tired.”

I sat there with my head drooping, tongue out, body sagging.

BAM!

Thunder slammed into something, in the sky, causing, both Ruth and I to jump ten feet into the air.

CRACK!

The sky turned on every light it owned right before our eyes.

Suddenly I was blind!

Ruth hooted in totally fear!

I might have been instantly blind, but my nose wasn’t!  As I waited for my eyesight to come back —–

I smelled….something…something very familiar…something that always seems to get me in BIG trouble…then my eyesight returned and I saw

SKUNK!  Running by me as fast as its short little legs could carry it…squealing and squeaking in terror!

Now the rain started!  Not just a little drizzle, nor a tiny mist in the air, but a regular downpour—a gully washer, as folks say around here.

Ruth sat there in the most dejected fashion…loyal to the end.

“You fly off, Ruth.  Go back to your nest…wait the storm out…hurry.  It’s only getting worse” I pushed my nose into Ruth’s soft fluffy body and gave her a shove.

She looked at me in a pitying sort of way and said: “Thanks, dog!”  Then lifted herself up and was…..gone!

Gone!

The sky let lose another round of machine gun noises and large flashes of fire.

That did it! I was rested! My legs heaved my body up and was propelling me down the cement ditch road, before my mind had decided to run for home!

Just as I was turning the corner, onto the wooden bridge a raccoon raced by me; panic in his eyes.

I didn’t stop.  The whole sky was alive with fire breathing dragons, danger and peril for everything on open ground.

Heading down the Superhighway between the two corn fields a fox passed me like I was standing still.

Still I ran…I had the gated pipe road left to go before I could be in the farm yard. I was running in mud now.  Soft gushy mud—mud up to my knees.

Dismay set in…it’s late and Mom is in the house and it’s raining and pouring and….

I kept on pushing—I was close to the grain bins now— when three raccoons ran by me heading to … who knows where.

Then around the corner I went, onto the gravel farm yard road and

Low and Behold!  Mom was outside at the hen house checking on the hens!

Life couldn’t get much better!

(an old photo, but I needed you to see my really comfy covers)

Well, that’s the end of the story.  No real mystery here, just a big storm.  Mom took me inside, made me stand in a tub of warm water, washed me off from tummy to toe nails, dried me down with a really nice towel…made me get on my bed then covered me up with a blanket.

Sure felt good.  I didn’t wake up until breakfast.

Sherlock Boomer

The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Eleven

I barked and bayed and hollered, I was sure that ghost would not DARE to come any closer!

BUT IT DID!!

Ruth suddenly hooted at me:  “Run, Boomer, Run!” The ghost is coming up out of the Dark Forrest and moving through the pasture!”  Ruth lifted herself up off the ground and silently flapped into the sky.

Suddenly it was just me!

Just me, myself, and I!

All by myself!

Alone!

And terrified!

I turned myself around, looked backward over my shoulder saw the ghost being lifted up on the swift 40 mph wind!

That did it I headed across Rocky Point, down the Cattail Draw and onto COYOTE RIDGE!

Far above me I heard Ruth call: “Quick Boomer, not only is the ghost moving quickly up Rocky Point I can see three coyotes moving through No Man’s Land heading toward Coyote Ridge!”

I stopped right at the very top of Coyote Ridge!  I was winded, in a panic, and very tired.  Ruth flapped down landing soundlessly on the top of sagebrush …. “You must keep going, Boomer.  You must.  If you don’t you are going to be coyote nourishment or worse…ghost fare!

I had wilted onto the ground.  Wore plumb out.  So exhausted, if I were asked to roll over and get a belly scratch I would just have to whap my tail on the ground in an sad and unhappy manner.

I lay on the ground, head on my front paws desperate for air and energy.

“I know, Ruth, I know, but I can’t seem to get to going…..”

Just then the ghost swooshed over my head and Ruth’s head, it snapped, crackled, and flapped, slowly starting to descend.

Ruth screeched at it and I sat up and bayed.  If I had to take on that ghost I would!

Unexpectedly the wind gusted picking up the ghost and tossing it way up into the air and over toward the old Apricot tree!

“Run” Ruth hooted. “RUN! The coyotes are starting up through the Cattail Draw!”

I gathered all the strength I possibly could, headed toward the back trail which goes around the bottom of Coyote Ridge, hoping against hope I could make it around the hill and onto the back pasture. If I could get there I could make it home.

Home where the coyotes never tread…at least I don’t think so!

I kept on pounding the ground, my feet sore and bleeding from missing the trail and stepping on cactus…but I kept going.

I was just at the gate to the Outside Pasture when I heard the coyotes on top of Coyote Ridge letting out a loud series of calls and moans…OH! HEAVENS they were RIGHT ABOVE ME!

They started singing and wailing sending cold shivers along my spine.  I stopped and looked up…what I saw made me feel as tiny as an ant!

At least I wished I was tiny as an ant.  Those three coyotes were terrifying and mean looking to say the least!

I shrunk down and started slinking along, hiding in the shadows created by the Ridge.  Then I started jumping from the hill shadows to the shadows of the trees and bushes along the way.

Once I lost focus of the shadows and looked over, into the old Apricot Tree…there was Ruth.  Waiting patiently for me.

“I’ll keep watch…just keep coming”, she hooted to me!

Suddenly, on a blast of cold artic air the monster of a thunder storm circled back and was blasting the air with thunder and strong jagged lightening.

In one major flash of sky fire I saw the ghost AGAIN!  It was there in the sky…large and white and billowing.

I picked up my feet and RAN!

 

The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Then the wind picked up, blowing hard from the south, then made a sudden shift, enough of shift it lifted my ears up off my head and caused them to flap…the shift of the wind/storm was coming toward us from the south west… that’s when I knew I was in terrible trouble.  You see, all our hard mean storms come to our farm out of the south west!

Just then everything went stark white!

A huge roaring filled my ears as a leaping, hissing fire-breathing dragon slammed itself down onto the earth two miles from where I was standing. Sparks of fire leap into the air where the scary lightning bolt blackened the earth.

My fur stood up all over my whole body…back, stomach, legs, tail, nose and ears!

I turned tail and ran out of there faster than a pronghorn; in fact I think I passed two pronghorns going the same direction as me!

I finally stopped on top of the Rocky Point.  Looking back I tried to see if that lightning bolt was still sparking and glittering along the canyon rim.

Nope!

Nothing!

Thank Heavens! I dropped my rear end down and sat there for a spell, scanning the horizon near the edge of Rubidoux Canyon. Fire is a might dangerous thing!  Lightning bolts have been known to start fires before.  I figured if there was a fire I would put my tail between my back legs and scram to the farm house as fast as badger after a beaglie dog — namely me. (Which as I’ve said before, I am pretty darn fast!  Even faster when danger resides nearby!)

I sat there a long time scanning the horizon. Gradually the storm moved away from us taking its mean loud voice and the fire-breathing dragon with it.

It was about this time I saw a Great-Horned Owl, flying silently over the west corner of the farm.  I probably wouldn’t have seen it, but I was still scanning the skies and the horizon for possible fires caused by that storm.

Then the Great-Horned Owl rose up into the sky just as the full-silver moon broke through the clouds casting silver and blue light on the land, in the air and on the Great-Horned Owl’s wings.

I flipped over on my back and watched the dip, sway, and swoop here and there in the moonlight.

The sight was so beautiful I flipped back over and sat up, lifting my nose in the air, closed my eyes,  I sent out a long, mournful, soul seeking song.

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO  I sang to the sky the earth and…

Swoosh!

Suddenly I was covered in feathers, little bits of dirt, a few tiny rocks and, I’m sure, a spine or two of cactus!

I opened my eyes “RUTH! There you are! I haven’t seen you for ages!” I bounced up, on all four paws; giving Ruth a huge happy beagle grin!

‘Hi, Dog! Long-time no see!” Ruth drawled out in her completely charming owl voice! “What are you doing up here? You realize you are almost in the Haunted Pasture, don’t you?   Why just three minutes ago I saw a ghost moving around in the tall grass down there.”

“Ghost?”  I shuddered.  I’m really very brave, but some things send me trembling into my doghouse and ghosts are one of those things.

“Yes…it was all white, flew up in the wind, gathered wind into itself, bellowed out flipped itself this way and that way, like it was playing or something. Then drifted right into the Dark Forest.”

“It’s in the Dark Forest right now?”

“Well, I think so, I saw it go in there, but I didn’t follow it.” Ruth replied in a rather puzzled owl voice.

“Good! Let’s just leave it there!”   “Well, it was nice seeing you again, Ruth, but I’m off now…you and the ghost have a great time.”

I started to walk away from Ruth when crashing out the dark forest came the WHITE GHOST!

I took in a huge lungful of air and began giving that Ghost blast after blast of very loud barks, so full of treats and promises I was sure the ghost would NOT come any closer!

 

 

 

The Unbelievingly Beautiful Vista of Sunday’s Storms—Monday, May 8, 2017

Sunday was a day full of wind, threats of rain and stunning beautiful storms

The mountain ranges surrounding us filled with dark and threatening clouds, dumping either snow or rain, creating an endless series of drama

Even on the sawtooth mountain range of the San Juans…the snow-clad peaks etched needle-sharp against the sky received their share of the storms

Silent forks of dazzling light split the sky on the Uncompahgre Plateau and across the desert between Delta and Grand Junction.

Dull rumbles of thunder boomed in the canyons and hollows of the deserts beyond our farm. Sheet lightening shimmered far, far away threatening to come closer and closer to us.

Although the sky was a stunning crystal blue between the storms; the lightening would light up the plateau like an X Ray.

The air was filled with particles of dirt when the mighty gusts of wind pushed through

The storms raced here and there; composed of energy, and full of sounds echoing through out the sky and the earth

It was actually very beautiful.

We changed the water in both of the corn fields in the rippling, storm-filled spring skies…all of us driven here and there by the wind…shifting to hold ourselves upright and still set and move water.

It was exhilarating, to say the least.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Six

I took my long, long, very restful nap.

Woke-up, got a nice wet drink of water, walked over to where Mom was working on her flower beds

and sat down to wait patiently for Mom to notice me, and give me a couple of pats or so—maybe even sit down and take a rest—right by me.

I was sitting there watching Mom when my oldest sister walked right up on Mom and me!  I jumped up ever so surprised and found out Penelope Puppy had come over with her Mom, my oldest sister, to have a visit!

COOL!

Penny Puppy and I played bity face, sniffy butts, run around on the grass…  all sorts of fun and exciting dog things.  (Humans don’t usually get ‘dog play’, but that’s okay.  We dogs GET IT!

While we were playing I noticed that Mom and Shannon were backing Dad’s pick-up and heading toward that old sofa the grandkids’ parents left in our yard. Then they were loading UP that sofa in the back of Dad’s pick-up and then getting some other stuff.

Penny Puppy and I sat on the grass and watched them, “What’s Up, Boomer?  Do you know?”

“Hummm….I’m not sure.  I’ve seen Mom do this before.  She loads up all sorts of stuff in the back of Dad’s pick-up and drives off.  Sometimes Shannon (my oldest sister—your Mom) comes over here with all sorts of stuff in her pick-up, then Mom and Shannon go down the long farm road and are gone for a couple of hours at least.  When they come back there isn’t anything in the back of pick-up.  That’s all I know.”

“Are they leaving without me?”  Penny Puppy almost cried.

I put my paw around Penelope’s shoulder.  “Don’t worry, Pen Girl.  You’re with Uncle Boomer.  I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Just about that time Shannon came over and said—“You stay here, Penelope.  I’m going to the dump and will be back shortly.  When I’m back we’ll walk home.  Play with Boomer.  Boomer will take care of you.”  With that she got in Dad’s pick-up with Mom and was gone.

Penny Puppy sat there forlornly (for about three seconds), then started playing ‘get Boomer’s tail’.  So what did I do?

I played ‘get Penny’s tail first’.

This went on for a spell until Dad came in to fuel up the tractor.  He had been out marking one of the corn fields.  We sat and watched him pull in, swing the tractor around, then stop in front of the fuel tank, get out and well…

My eye caught the flash of a lightning bolt way, way over on the Uncompahgre Plateau.  It seemed to be flashing in a thick line of big dark thunderclouds—flash…Yes!  There it was again. It was a tiny, tiny little flash, but my very good Beagle eyes picked it up.

“Let’s go DO something, Boomer!”  Penny Puppy whined at me.  “I’m getting B.O.R.E.D.”  Penelope started whimpering.  “Let’s go to my house!  The other dogs are down there and we can play bity face with them.”

I watched Dad climb back into the tractor, put it in gear and head back out to continue marking the corn ground.

I then looked over at Penelope with her big puppy eyes looking at me when I heard…..

Thunder!  Hum….Thunder.  Thunder can mean lighting, and it can also mean rain.

“Okay,” I distractedly replied to Penny Puppy… “But let me check out the weather first.  I think I can hear thunder way over there in the southwest corner of the world.”

I took off at a jog to the corner of the farm road Penelope right behind me.  Yep…there was thunder, but it was a long ways off…clear over the very end of the Uncompahgre Plateau probably clear in the other county next to the Utah border.

“Okay, Penny Puppy, everything is all clear…sun is up in the sky, although rather hidden behind some clouds right now, the loud thunder and fire is way over in Utah, Mom and Shannon are gone, Dad’s in the field— lets head over to your place and check out what Rocky and Shiloh and Etta are doing!

With big happy leaps and bounds we headed out—going up the farm road by the alfalfa field, then turning west on the super highway farm road—we saw Dad working steady…. making it to the end of the super highway farm road we came to the NEW DITCH!

Now this is where we sorta, kinda, stopped.

Well…you know how it is…we made a little wee stop to play a little bit in the new ditch.

After all it was new and neither one of us had ever played in it before so there we stopped. Jumping in and out and running up and down.  It was a huge BLAST!

Storms —Thursday, July 9, 2015

clouds-rAll day the clouds shifted here and there.  Sometimes dropping rain, moving on, gathering again, lashing out

Coming-closer

thunder, lighting, wind… the violence of each passing storm was exhilarating!

Soqn-pourThe earth, our crops, even myself sighed with relief. hLater in the night, well, actually early, early in the morning, the skies cleared and the stars came out.

We woke to a beautiful morning.  Fresh, clean, clear…a feeling of lightness in air!

Your rejuvenated friend on a Western Colorado Farm,

Linda

 

An Odd Year — Tuesday, May 19, 2015

WRThis weather has been rather strange for us.  Usually we are warm and sunny and dry.  Possibly a few scattered showers and thunderstorms off and on, but not this constant flow of winter like storms moving through.

RainYesterday afternoon we experienced wild and stunning lightening, wind and huge wet drops of rain. I stood out on the ditch bank trying to get a photo of lightening. I didn’t make it.

This is another of my bucket lists photos I hope to achieve someday…lightening.  So many of you have accomplished this feat, but not I—not Yet!! 🙂

CamomileMy yard is lush and rich with color and plants and weeds!  It’s just lovely.

Although, very hard on the farmers and the planting of our yearly crops—crops are the way we make money…no crops no money, it’s just that simple.  Some of the farmers are just now getting the corn in the ground…extremely late.

Terry is thinking (if we don’t dry up soon) he just might not be planting the pinto beans.  They need to be in the ground the 1st day of June.

DayAh, well, the day shows us a break in the clouds where blue sky resides.  Always a pleasant site!

Thank you for stopping by!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Guest Post and a Rainbow for Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Last night our skies were black as velvet!  The rain flowing down upon us creating a frosty feeling to the air.  I watched the lightening and thunder play and dance along the plateau as I fell asleep only to be waked two hours later with the same flashes of brilliance right over our farm.

The lightening was huge running large and small jagged lines from cloud to earth- the thunder cracked at exactly the same moment!  The effect was awe inspiring and very intimidating.  After I finish posting this I must run down to the kid’s house an check everything is okay.  I’m stalling—for if a tree branch has fallen it means work…and it’s way too wet to work right now.  (Although Terry is out wading through mud and mud puddles and slick ditch banks to change the water—the water never stops until harvest…ever.)

The crows are back…fall is in the air here–I can even see the leaves starting to change color here.

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This morning I saw a very faint rainbow…very faint but it was still nice to see.

Some time ago I posted that cows were able to take care of coyotes and tried to explain how.

Sara from My Favorite Sheep blogspot….sent me an email about cows running off a bear: It’s pretty stunning I’ve posted it below.

Off now to go see if we have any lightening damage.

Your farm friend,

Linda

Oregon cows and a black bear…don’t mess with Mama!
A couple of evenings ago, an Eastern Oregon rancher went out to check his beef herd. 
He saw a very strange sight — and was able to photograph an unusual battle between
a black bear and some brave cows. The bear began to attack a cow and then the herd
came to her aid.  One cow in particular got especially aggressive and head-butted the
bear right off its feet. Then, two cows sandwiched the bear between their heads. After
that, the bear decided to flee and limped back into the woods.
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The blonde and white Simmental cow we know as I-12 went right for him.
She is a very good cow, a very attentive mother and about 12 years old.
She’s in her prime and knows that bears are bad news.
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Little does the bear know what is coming.
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She tried her best to mash him into the ground. Man, that has to have hurt the bear!
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Nothing like a mad cow to give you a hard time.
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There are a couple of photos where the bear is biting I-12’s leg and clawing her face,
but she is not giving up. Her stiff tail shows how agitated she is. Wayne said all the
cows were bawling, the bear was squealing and the calves were running around with
their tails in the air.
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And here comes some help. This bear is about to know what real trouble is!
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When you have two females pissed at you, real trouble has arrived!
A younger cow, R-55, an Angus-Cross cow, age 7, is helping her out as best she can.
It is an incredible photo to see two cows at once trying to crush the bear.
Watch That hoof land home!
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I looked up the calving records of both cows who are so aggressive in these photos
and they are both good, calm cows around us, and have given us no troubles
whatsoever. I’ll have to add in my notes that they have a very distinct dislike of bears.
Man, that’s a lot of weight bearing (pun intended), down on the bear like mashing a
lump of butter! It’s a wonder the bear could even move after all the mauling he received.
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We’ll be watching I-12 over the next few days to see if she needs Treatment for infection.
I don’t know how willingly she’ll come to the corrals for treatment, but she might not have
a choice. And stay away you won’t be so lucky next time!
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Lucky to be able to move at all.
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Finally, the bear decided to vacate the area. We thought he’d be dead for sure,
but there was no sign of him the next day.
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We’ll have to keep an eye out for eagles in the trees or flocks of ravens flying up. We’re
sure he’s got some broken ribs out of the deal at the very least. Wayne couldn’t believe
his eyes when he witnessed this ruckus.  It’s a once-in-a-lifetime photography event.
Amazing!

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

A late summer storm crashed all around us last night around mid-night.  The lightening held all three kinds…sheet, cloud to cloud, and cloud to earth.  The cloud to earth ones are always, ALWAYS the dangerous ones.  The dogs don’t mind the lightening it’s the loud booming thunder that sends them under my bed.  Fuzzy has taught Boomer to be afraid, be VERY afraid of thunder.  Not a good thing.  Boomer didn’t ‘know’ he was supposed to act goofy when the thunder sounded until he figured it out from Fuzzy.

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The field corn, aka: pick’n corn, feed corn, maize, is getting riper by the day.

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I’m still feeding the bees, although I moved their plate away, away from the hummingbird feeders

Bees-1I like it much better.  As you can see the yellow jackets have also found the sugar water

Bees-4These tables we aren’t using anymore because the bees where to thick in the Russian Sage anyway.  A win-win for all of us involved!

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Just for fun…here is the west side of our place looking toward the canyons and Highway 50 to Grand Junction.

Your western Colorado friend,

Linda