Noctivagator—That’s Me—Monday, May 15, 2017

Sara from Punkin’s Patch…… sent me this tiny bit of information:  Word of the day: “noctivagant” – of a person or creature, given to roaming & ranging in the darkness; night-wandering (noun “noctivagator”).

I guess that’s right!  I do love my little walks at night!  🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

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The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — Here and There and Everywhere

The canal in the spring, summer, and fall is just way too full of fast water for any of us to enjoy!

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BUT COME WINTER……………..

Canal

YIPPEEE!

Blade

What snow we have melts and forms really nice ice slicks that we get to play on.

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The grandkids walk all the way over (From Their House to Our House) in the canal!

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They even bring their little friends.  Once here my Mom gives them snacks enough they can have a ‘picnic’ down at the bridge or along the canal someplace flat. Fuzzy and I go with them.  Hank is along so we have lots of things we can do while the kids are slipping and sliding and singing along.

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(We always figure out how to get part of the picnic food, so the trip is really yummy).

Sam

Even Sam-the cat goes with us!

Hank

On the way back Fuzzy and I spend extra time checking out the news along the banks…hummm here is a muskrat hole—better let Dad know—tons of mice have scampered here and there and everywhere—oh! The neighbor down the road, who leaves their dog out in all sorts of weather, has a cat…yep…the cat was up here searching for mice…lots and lots of news, you see.

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Last night I—me, sweet little Boomer-Boo—got myself in pickle!

Fox

See a new fox came up the canal…I could smell him here and there and everywhere; while Mom and Fuzzy walked I followed the fox.  I went a long ways, yes I heard Mom hollering for me…but HOW COULD I LEAVE THIS EXCITING SMELL?!?!

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So I went down the canal and then trotted down the road, (Mom called several more times) then I trotted back up the road, when I figured out that the fox had just passed back down the canal.  I spent lots of time out there.

Tom-the-turk

I’m sure he was interested in finding Tom…but Tom is locked up in a warm poultry house so the fox’s trip was useless.

When I got back to the house, the outside lights were off, the house lights were out and Fuzzy was inside sound asleep.

Sigh!

I jumped up on the door and peered inside…nope, nobody up.

I had to go sleep in the snug-a-bug-doghouse.

I had to sleep out there from one in the morning until Mom got up at five.  She didn’t say anything except: “Boomer!  Would you like to come in”?

I was awake in a flash…and in the house before Fuzzy even opened his eyes.

The trip around the canal and down the road was exciting, but sleeping in the snug-as-a-bug doghouse just okay.

When I got inside, Fuzzy asked me if I was ever going to figure out how to not stretch things out too far.

I really, really don’t know.
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