The Adventures of TLC Cai-Cai on Friday —Farm Life Series, Chapter 5, BIG BAD ANIMALS, Friday, March 25, 2022

Sometimes we have Mountain Lions, not really, our neighbor who has sheeps, usually gets the Mountain Lions, but they Do Walk Down the Ditch banks.

Mom and Dad see the tracks


Our neighbor with the sheep gets more than tracks—just say’n.

When the Mountain Lions show up our deer population disappears.  They leave.



They are Mountain Lion food. 

I would run too if I were Mountain Lion food.

We might have other big scary bad things but I don’t know about it—oh!

WAIT!  I forgot!

How could I forget!



You can hear them singing, yelling, and howling every night.

Some nights are shudder-worthy because you know they made a kill and are dancing and yipping for joy.

Stay cats don’t have a chance in the country.  Neither do not stray cats.

That is why Mom makes me come in EVERY night. Even if I want to stay outside and hunt, Mom comes out, shakes the Kitty Candy jar, calls my name and I come running.


Coyotes eat lots of stuff—they eat rabbits, ground squirrels, mice, voles, weasels, snakes, grasshoppers, quail, pheasant, careless cats, wild dogs, stay dogs, and dogs and cats that have been ‘dropped off’ to fend for themselves in the country.

They eat baby calves, just born baby caves, dead cows, baby deer, you name it.

They also eat apricots, apples that have fallen on the ground, prunes, plums, and pears.

They also like to eat the fruit of the prickly pear cactus.

Coyotes will come right into the farmyard and eat watermelon, cantaloupe, dig in the trash barrels to scarf down garbage.

Well, I think I’ve covered the BIG BAD ANIMALS who live with us on the farm.  I think, the next time I will tell you about the ‘other’ animals.

So stay tuned; we are learning about animals on the farm!

TLC Cai-Cai

They Swoop, and Sing, and Dart Here and There — Thursday, March 25, 2021

The last of the Sandhill Cranes left us a day or so ago. Their calls loud and trilling in the air

A Harrier Hawk screams a loud and piercing whistle riding the airwaves in the sky

Oft-Times Smooth and silent

And THEN there is TONTO.  Hospitality is NOT his middle name. 🙂

(Although, he is very pretty.)

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


Rumors and Fear Fly Round and Round — Wednesday, March 25, 2020

Like stinging bugs

But, if —if we just slow down and listen to the god-filled skies

Or Heavens, if you prefer

You will have the courage, strength, and ability

To remain calm

The promise of warmer weather

Is changing the bleakness of each and every day

Soon to be nothing but a memory, a gift of a world-wide movement to bring us into a new world

A gift of darkness but also one of light.

Where friendships forged on the home-front and through the internet, will be strengthened; causing strong and unbreakable bonds

We are now visiting the future, although the bitter sting of the Coronavirus is making its wild and violent way around the world in the present.

The pandemic is leading all of us to band together, to be safe, to care for those we know and those we don’t know.

I am most thankful for all of you out there in my Blogland and on FaceBook. You make this trying time much better.

From my heart to each of you,


Stay Safe.  Stay Strong.

We will emerge from this into a new and better world.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,





Creeping Age—Tuesday, March 25, 2019

I have decided that I really, really, really have to cut back my yard!

I  am not sure how I want to do it, but the exhaustion of getting the yard ready for spring is making my bones ache

I know that I want to keep this wee area it’s not hard to take care of, the weeding and watering all happens quickly, and the blooms within is lovely

But this bed is huge and causes my muscles to shimmered and tremble at the end of each weeding session….not to mention the hours worth of watering every other day

And this one…it exhausts me just to look at it—grass is starting to take over and it’s close to impossible to get rid of it

I just finished two hours raking along here…sigh.

So I’m taking this year to somehow shrink my workload and watering load in my yard/gardens.

I haven’t figured out how yet…but that is my goal this gardening year.  Somehow, some way to shrink at least THREE gardens, which will cut down on the watering, weeding, and planting.

Sadly it will take away my blooms, but it has to be if I’m going to keep helping Terry on the farm and have a yard.

So now you know my spring, summer, and fall goal.  We will just have to wait and see what I come up with and still keep the integrity of my yard intact.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,






Undulating Waves of Light —- Monday, March 25, 2019

It’ has rained every day since Friday

The morning sun struggled to break through the thick clouds; color skimming over the tops of the Paonia mountains and under the massive drizzling thick, heavy clouds

Then last night, the sun broke through, making everything bright and dazzling

And I saw in the northeast

A rainbow, filling my beating heart with quiet happiness

Today the sun is shining it all it’s splendor, with a taste of warmth in the air!

From my heart to your world,



By the Gift of Friendship—-Sunday, March 25, 2018

This month (March 18th to be exact) I have been blogging eleven years.

I have shared our simple, busy, farm life with you. I have shared my excitement over the fresh green shoots of new grass growing, or the tiny little plants of corn or pinto beans, today I’m showing you the sprouts of alfalfa just starting to arrive in the alfalfa field.

For eleven years you have watch the soul of each and every season—the opening of the land, the growing season, harvest…and the rest– called winter.

You have been with Terry and I as we built and repaired fences, or as in yesterday—took one clear out so we could have a larger field.

You’ve been with me through the joys and wonders of the wild life upon our farm—the last of the Sand Hill Cranes left our farm yesterday—lifting up into the sky with thrilling calls telling us THANK You….we will come again.  And I stood there and called back to them….PLEASE DO! You are always welcome.

Coming back into the yard I saw three Robins….Spring is truly here for sure!

You’ve shared night-time walks with me (this is the moon right now…2:00 a.m)

And that amazing sky we live under.

Thank you each and everyone so much for coming along with me, for leaving me your comments so I can get to know you also, and for being readers, even if you don’t leave comments.

Thank you for making my eleven years of blogging so very rewarding.

From my heart to your world,


Monday, March 25, 2013

The cold front is still here, but gradually moving on.  By this coming weekend we should have somewhat warmer weather.

Yesterday morning we were 2 above Zero, this morning we were 5 above Zero…just a little bit warmer, but I’ll take it.

The day will warm up better than yesterday, we should see warmth around 47* this afternoon.  Gradually, gradually, we are heading back toward spring.

Just as Terry and I were going to head off to upper end our son-in-law showed up with half-a-load of firewood for us.  What a cool gift!

The hope is this will last until May…which by that time (WE THINK) it will be warm enough spring is really here!

I can remember my Mother saying that anytime we have an early Easter (an Easter in March) the weather is always bad.  That you can’t have winter end until Easter comes.  Even if she isn’t right, so far this year is seems to be so.


Have a good Monday everyone!