Written in the Book of Life — Tuesday, July 23, 2019

 

It’s been fun trying to take photos of bugs in flight.  (I know you already know that, but I had to tell you anyway 🙂 🙂  )

Although, I still find it thrilling to get birds in flight

Do you ever come across something in your day that is so perfect

So wonderful that you just must capture it on camera,

So it can stay in that perfect place of perfection forever?

I do. And when I do

I always think to myself: What a gift this life is, what an amazingly beautiful,

meant to be enjoyed, Life we live!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

Off on an Adventure Chapter Four

Finally.

After ever so long.

I woke up.

No, Handsome the Pheasant.

No, Stewart the Squirrel.

No Stanley, Stewart’s brother.

Just me myself and I.

And it was dark.

Very dark.

Not even a moon in the sky.

ALTHOUGH, Mom would love it out here the stars were scattered hugely up there in the blue velvet of the sky.

I took myself down and got a drink of water, My that tastes good.  Then stuck my nose into the air trying to get my bearings.

Oh, I know where I am. I also know how far away the house is and Mom and Dad. What I don’t know is who is out here with me and do I need to be concerned.

I had just started up the little incline heading back toward the four-wheeler road going around the bottom of the new alfalfa field when my nose picked up someone coming toward me.

Then my eyes picked up a big black furry animal with a white strip waddling here and there alongside the alfalfa field.

“OREO!” I hollered.

Oreo the skunk, stopped in alarm.  Lifted his tail and flung his body in a circle, always pointing the tail in the direction he thought the danger was coming from.

“STOP! OREO! STOP! It’s me, Boomer!” I bayed at him while making sure I was in front of Oreo not in the back of Oreo.

“Boomer?  Boomer, what are you doing up here?”  Oreo lowered his tail and I trotted forward.

“Just checking things out, Oreo.  Mom and Dad are not doing lots of farming anymore and I got bored. I miss seeing all my friends out here on the farm.  Momma Deer and her fawns, Kit and his Mom, the bunnies, Ruth, the Owl, you know, all my friends.” I explained.

Oreo started walking, so I fell in beside him. “Well, I can take you over to where Momma Deer is staying this year.  It’s not far from where we are now.  As for Kit and the bunnies or Ruth.  I’ve not run into any of them for a spell.”

“Although, I have crossed paths with some new coyotes to the farm.”

“COYOTES!”  Shudder, shake.  “Let’s stay away from them.  New coyotes? New coyotes to the farm?”  I sat down, bringing my back leg up to my chin I gave my jaw a good scratch.  Sure, felt nice.

“Yeah. New to the neighborhood.  Three of them.  Two males and a female, or is it two females and a male, maybe it’s three females.  I’m not sure.  I just know they are new and looking to take over the farm as their own.

I saw one of the coyotes checking out a snack awhile back.  I hid.  I didn’t want to have to shoot one and have the other two attack me.”

Oreo waddled on totally unconcerned about coyotes.

“Well, if you want to see Momma Deer you had better come with me. She’s not far from us now.”  Oreo turned his head over his shoulder and gave me a stare.

“Oh. Right On!  I’m right there with you.”

We trotted on into the night.  Oreo and I.

 

In the Warmth and Glow of a Late Spring Day —Thursday, June 6, 2019

The quiet beauty of a farm  is not the glamor and glitz of a town, city, metropolis

Still, there is a bright glitter in the green growth of weeds and the

Quick flutters of wings and feathers.

To be able to actually see the enchantment

A human must be like a creeping shadow

Instead of blending into the raucous noise of a cities roar

Care must be taken to experience the unusual, instead of flinging oneself into the

Shimmering excitement of towns

The gold is lifted to our eyes on gentle breezes

As the shadows fall sharp upon the furrowed land.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Out on the Ditch Bank

 

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Mom had to go help Dad over at the other place.  She went on the tractor so I didn’t get to go!  😦

Mom and Dad won’t let me run alongside either, they say I’m too old (I’m eleven now) and it would be way too long of a run so I get—“No, Boomer!  NO!  You stay here”!  Then Mom gives me a hug and a very stern look and off she goes.

BUT!  I always meet Mom when she comes home!  ALWAYS!  I meet Dad, also, but I don’t run down the road as far. 🙂

The fox are coming into the yard.  One had Sammy cornered.  Mom heard the racket and came running out of the house just in time to see the fox and Sammy in a standoff at the grain ben.  I chased the fox all the way to the upper end.  Whew!  Boy was I ever hot and tired when I got back.  Mom gave me a big bowl of cold water and a dog cookie.  I gobbled up the water and the cookie and took a Loooong nap.  I sure needed it.  (I might be old(er), but I can still do my job!)

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Last night we scared Momma Deer and her Princess out of the corn field when we went up to change the water.  (Dad was a little disgusted, but at the same time we ALL liked seeing the little baby!)  Mom told me that today we will just take up more of the shelled corn and put it closer to where the deer are bedding down.

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Everyone had a big laugh when I chased a mouse out of one of the siphon tubes.  It ran toward me and I sorta jumped.  BUT!!! No one jumped as much as Mom did when she put a siphon tube into the water and a vole rushed out of the end of the tube and over her hand!

Mom didn’t scream but she sure did lose the siphon tube in the ditch and run backwards for a short spell!!! 🙂

Early this morning we were just stirring around when the fox came back INTO THE yard and ran right by the kitchen window.  Monkey started growling low in her voice, Sam jumped up on the window sill, Mom and I hurried out the back door and Mom said “Get!” to the fox.  Which it did.

I didn’t chase the fox this time, he/she was going so fast there was no reason to give chase.

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Well, there is my week. Doesn’t seem like much, but it sure is fun!
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The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—We are Tired

Mom, Dad, Fuzzy and I are wore out!

Really wore out!

It’s been a long week…I mean L.O.N.G.!

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The wind wore all of us down.  It also wore out all the plants.  Not only that; it was a hot wind.  Really hot!  And full of dirt!

So we had …hot, dirty, wind.

But there were some fun things too.  Like going to change water all the time.  (That is my most favorite thing in the world to do.)

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Up there I found a cool snake! Mom was putting the trash catcher into the ditch and a green snake was in there with a Mouse in his Mouth!  The snake dropped the mouse and it floated now the water.  The snake tried to wiggle up the side and couldn’t make it.  So Mom and Dad helped the snake out.  It was really fun!!!!

How cool is THAT!!!

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Sammy brought Mom a GIANT mouse one morning.  Just purrrfect for breakfast, Mom!  Sammy purred.

“What a good kitty you are Sammy-Sam!”  Mom gave Sammy lots of loves and pats.  Fuzzy told Sam that he would have just snapped the thing in two and left it where he found it.

Sammy just purred back to Fuzzy… Yes, Fuzzy, you would have.  But Mom wouldn’t know so you wouldn’t get any pets.

HA!

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Shish, fumed Fuzzy.  I didn’t think of that.

Then the wind blew down a HUGE branch! It was a giant job!

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It took lots of work…Fuzzy and I helped Mom load all the little branches into the back of the pick-up. Then we rode with Bladen and Mom up the Coyote Hill to dump the broken limbs off into a big pile.  Misty and the kids picked up the big chunks Dad cut off the HUGE branch, (Kelly was at work but when he came home from lunch he also helped).

When we got everything down to just the colossal limbs Dad came back down with the tractor.  And Mom came back with the trailer.

Once we all got to the tractor part Fuzzy and I had to just wait until Mom and Dad to chain up the logs and load them onto the trailer.  Then we rode up to the Coyote Hill with Mom in the pick-up pulling the trailer; Dad following with the tractor.

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DONE!  A huge pile to rot away on Coyote Hill!

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After the last irrigation of the day Mom and Dad sat down outside with us and just gave a huge sigh, “Friday we are taking the day off,” Dad said.

Of course that really won’t happen, but the work will slow down to just what has to get done.

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Sometimes a rest is necessary.  You have a little rest today (everything will be there tomorrow)…those of us on our Colorado Farm plan on doing so!

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