out on the ditch bank | Life on a Colorado Farm

Earth ditches are a lot of work!

To move the dam (the orange thing) all the mud (the water is full of mud and it settles against the orange dam) has to be dugout; by hand, back, shovel.

Then moved down the ditch to the NEXT spot.

While we were there—Terry doing all the work and I taking photos 🙂

The girls had to come over to see just what we (Terry) were doing

Each one took a turn sniffing and running their noses on the orange dam

Then over to have a wee visit full of pets and rubs.

While working there a handsome feller rushed by

The Joys (and work) on a western Colorado farm

Where magic occurs every day. 🙂

From my heart to your world,

Linda

Chapter Three

Off we went, Mom, Dad, and I clear to the Upper End, then over to the Rocky Point.

After all that riding I was more than ready to get down when they finally stopped at the Middle Field to change and set the water in the growing alfalfa.

I HAD to get DOWN!

Riding so much hurts my bum leg, you see.

Down I went.

I sorta kinda hung out with Mom and Dad watching and waiting for a time when I could slip away and get some of the news out on the farm.

Good. They are busy packing siphon tubes, setting water…I’m off!

Oh! Look…a bunny. Darn. It hopped away too fast.

Oh, well… Quail!

Cool!

OOPS! I think I scared it.

Moving on now… PHEASANT!

I jumped back fast,

that bird was ON a MISSION!

When I jumped back the pheasant screamed and hollered I scared him so bad.

Then he took off in a run, flapping wings and he was gone.

About that time I heard: “BOOMER! WHERE ARE YOU? TIME TO GO!”

I turned my old ancient self around and heading back to Mom and Dad who were waiting for me.

Then Mom picked me up, put me back down on my very soft fluffy rug…Mom had put a 1” thick piece of foam under my rug and over the ply-wood so my hip wouldn’t hurt like it used to.

I squirmed down, snuggled up to Mom; we were off!

Over to the old Apricot tree (lots of apricots way up high), checked out the ditches in the horse pasture, Mom and Dad petted T’Ata and Glory,

then home again…