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

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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