The Unexpected, Tuesday, October 6, 2020

While, out-and-about, looking for things to photograph

I had one of these,

Startle and fly into the air.

I scared the pheasant, but I must admit, it also scared me!

Gradually, breathing again, the land, the pheasant and I returned to normal.

🙂 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Things that Fly—-Thursday, October 1, 2020

Honey Bee

Those are bugs flying in the air.  All types and varieties

Sparrow in flight

The Barn Swallows left us in one huge swirling swoop

These just think they can fly.  🙂

To have one of these fly up in front of you is to startle you greatly (pheasant)

Not a feathered type of flying, but one that flies, never-the-less

And, yes, this really does fly!

ZOOM!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Summer is Coming to an End — Wednesday, September 16, 2020

Everything is starting to wind down now.

The farmer’s around, who grown onions are now harvesting, the sweet corn harvest is over, and the big ranchers are chopping ensilage/silage, plus the pinto beans and soybean harvest is underway.

The air is different, washing the world in a golden misty light

The morning mist is chilly; the air still.  Although, it does burn off quickly;

Coats required for a spell.

True Summer is now fading like a dream.

I keep putting out food for my cute little creatures—

Not daily, but every once in a while…

I don’t want them to become dependent, but I do want them to go into winter fat!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

Conjuring Magic —- Thursday, August 6, 2020

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

 

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.

 

Off on an Adventure Chapter Two

Looking back once.

Looking back twice.

I was gone.  Up and over and around the hill onto my way to Back Forty.

I was trotting as fast as my overly stuffed beagle body (winter flab, you understand) could go as I made my way closer and closer to my goal of finding Kit.

Kit is my bestest fox friend, when—-

“BOOMER!”

“BOOMER!”  Some tiny little voice was calling me.  I looked back over my shoulder and saw STEWART!

Stewart is Stanley’s brother.  Stanley the Squirrel.  Stanley the Squirrel who is on the grain head posing for Mom.

I pulled up to a stop and sat down and waited. To be honest with you my ancient Beagle bones and muscles were protesting just a tad.  Nothing to worry about, but I did feel a little winded.  Sitting and waiting for Stewart would not be a sign of weakness.  No siree.  Just being polite is all.

Puff, puff, pant, pant.

“Hey, Boomer where you heading?  Can I come with you?”  Stewart skidded to a stop, little puffs of dust flinging up around his squirrel paws.

“Sure,” I allowed.  “Company is always a good thing.”

“Can I ride?” Stewart asked.

“No, not this time. We will just take it easy and slow.  You can check out things you are interested in and I can check out the news along the way.  If either one of us gets tired we will just stop under the shade of a rabbit brush or other weed; rest a spell, then go on.”

“Hey! Great Idea.”  Let’s head out!”

I puffed myself up, shook the dirt off my feet, gave my whole body a good shake and we were off.

We hadn’t gone very far, just around the bend at the end of the second alfalfa field, when suddenly Handsome the Pheasant flew out of the tall grass yelling his fright/flight call.

That scared Stewart and I so much we both fell down. Then Stewart started scrabbling backward trying to get under cover.

About that time, I realized the bunch of screaming was coming from Handsome the Pheasant.  I guess being able to recognize the fact it was Handsome helped when he landed right next to me.

“BOOMER!” Handsome yelled. “My Pheasant God in all the Heavens what are you doing up here?  Why I haven’t seen you all winter, nor have I seen you all Spring. What gives?  Where have you been?  It’s been rather lonely up here, well, not really lonely…I do have three lovely hens to err, um, cough, to pass the time with, but I mean LONELY without hanging out with you. I miss our games of hiding and flight, squawk and flush.  What is going on with you—-”

I put up a paw. “Wait!  Slow down, Handsome, slow down. You are talking so fast I can’t process what you are saying let along answer your questions.

Okay, now, one thing at a time.  It’s really good to see you again Handsome.”

“Thanks, Boomer, Now tell me what’s going on.  I am so glad to see you– can we do something — come on Boomer, let’s get to…………”

Just then I heard and wee voice crying in the Wilderness— “BOOMER! STEWART!  WAIT FOR ME!”

Around the corner came STANLEY!

Stanley slid to dust filled stop, panting heavily.  “Whew!  I made it. I was afraid I couldn’t catch up with all of you.”  Stanley stood up and put his paws on his knees and hung his head panting heavily.

Stewart ran over and toppled Stanley; they started wrestling right there in all the dirt.

“Stop! STOP!” I yelled.

“It’s good you are here, Stanley, but what about Mom.  How did you get away?”

“Chip showed up. As soon as Chip showed up I jumped down and crashed through all the brush so your Mom wouldn’t follow me, then I scampered onto the road and ran for all I was worth.”

“YAY!”  Stewart and Handsome and I yelled.

“We are all off on an adventure,” I stated

With that, we picked our paws and claws, and headed out!

 

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— On a Walk with Mom

Mom picked up Mindy and headed into the house with her.  “Stay inside, Min-Min.  Beaglie and I are going for a walk and you really can’t come this time. I promise you we will all go for a walk later on today…you, me, dad and Boomer.”

Dad headed up to do something or other at the pasture in the Upper End

The storm clouds were finally moving away from the farm

Mom and I headed off…Mom with her camera and me with my very clever Beagle nose.

I scared up a pheasant for Mom

Not once but twice!  Mom gave me lots of pats for that, “Pheasants are really hard to get a photo of, Thank you, Boomer!”

Over at the equipment area, Mom and I saw a Chipmunk

He or she was eating something

Then he or she, or she or he saw us and scampered off

We walked on, over the hill, on to the fire road hill, then down the trail on the COYOTE HILL…I hate that hill!

But Mom doesn’t know that’s COYOTE HILL, only animals know that—people don’t seem to know much about animals and hangouts.

There we saw another (or the same) pheasant.  Mom was delighted!

We walked a long time, then headed over to the Look Out Hill and Mom saw a squirrel

When Mom and I walked back to the equipment area we saw a Quail where the chipmunk had been

Then we headed home

On the way we met Dad he was coming back from making ditches…geez, we must have been gone a long time.

Later that afternoon I helped Mom and Dad gather up fence posts for her gardens. (Mom puts up fences to keep the chickens out of her garden beds.)

 

Life is good!

All Mom has to do is call my name and I’m ready to go!

Boomer

 

 

 

 

In the Sigh of the Wind the Birds Sing —- Wednesday, May 15, 2019

The glitter of birds make our world so lovely and bright

Their joy and excitement of just being alive

The lift of their wings

Make me feel as if I am right there with them

Riding the wind

From my heart to your world,

Linda

This One is About the Birds—-Tuesday, April 23, 2019

On my walk, last evening three cranes settled down.  They seem to have decided to stay here instead of migrating.

Works for me!

The crows are working the farm over for something to eat

They are hard to photograph as they scatter quicklyy

Yesterday was lovely and warm so I put out two hummingbird feeders

Within twenty minutes I had a little Blackchin male followed quickly by his mate. (The photo is terrible; they were very shy and I couldn’t get a good shot)

As the evening started to fall down upon the earth the little birds took to their nighttime perch.  For some reason, they have roosted here all fall, winter and they are still roosting in the large rose bush.

As the night grows darker they flutter way deep inside.

 

This morning on the way to the headgate

a pheasant took off in front of us

And joyfully, joyfully…the last of the birds has arrived!  The Barn Swallows!

We are on our way to much warmer weather!

YAY!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— My Ordinary Day

Nothing much is happening here.  No adventures, no real worries, nothing that a good beagle can’t deal with.

 

Just Ordinary Days.

We like ordinary days.

Ordinary days…don’t have big problems to solve,

Or scary coyotes to deal with,

Or something hard to handle.

They just have the ordinary things to do:

Go with Mom and do whatever she is doing.  Which means I follow behind and sit and watch Mom, while she does what she does

Or I sniff around getting the news, while mom does whatever she does

Anytime Mom gets on the four-wheeler I’m right there to go with her, all wadded up on the back seat with my body touching her body so she knows I’m safe.

Sometimes I sit up straight and help Mom drive…I lend her my nose so she can go where the best smells are.

Then when she is ‘doing’ something out on the farm, I take off and check out all the happenings going on from the last time I was up there two hours ago.

Sometimes I scare up a pheasant or two

Sometimes some Quail, or rabbits. Or the summer geese.  But I never chase any of them.  Mom say’s I’m a strange beagle, beagle usually like to hunt animals.

Well, not this beagle.  I just like to gather news.

Once Mom left me up at the Upper End (because I didn’t want to go back home just then).

It was HOT walking all the way back home.  I need to remind myself when Mom calls and I hear the four-wheeler start…I NEED to get back to Mom.  The walk home this time of year is long and hot!

But the most wondrous time of ‘just ordinary days’

is when the UPS driver comes down the long lane to our farm house!

That is the best barking joy I can ever think of! (and if it’s the nice UPS driver, I always get a treat!)

Boomer