The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—-How IT Now IS

Mom is such an old bore….whenever I go anywhere with her I have to STAY RIGHT BY MOM!!!

We finished weeding the second pinto bean field…and I had to STAY RIGHT BY HER!!!

We had to go clean up a big branch that broke at my sister, Shannon’s yard…and I had to stay “CLOSE BY”!!!

Romeo took a big escape and hoofed it over to our yard…Mom and I took him to the canal pasture, but I had to STAY WITH MOM!

If Mom and Dad walk somewhere I get to walk with them…

I can walk ahead or behind, but I have to walk where MOM CAN SEE ME!

You see there is Rabbit Fever on Grand Mesa—so Mom is afraid it might be down here.  She says I’ve been too sick to get myself exposed to something awful again.  She says fleas carry Rabbit Fever and all animals in the wild get fleas!  (Rabbit fever: An infection in rabbits and other wild rodents caused by the bacterium Francisella tularensis that can be transmitted to humans by contact with infected animal tissues or ticks. Also called tularemia.)

When my youngest sister and Linkin came to visit and they walked Shannon’s dog…Mom did NOT let me go with them!

Changing water I have to “SIT! Stay!” on the four-wheeler.

I think I have a

helicopter Mom!

Boomer, Mom’s Beaglie!

Catch a Falling Star — Thursday, July 23, 2015

HayAfter Terry cut the alfalfa and I stopped painting for the day–meaning after supper, we went out and worked in the pinto bean field.PB1WE FINISHED!!!  The pinto beans are free and clear (for a spell)

feelers.jpgThere will be weeds appearing again, but for Terry and I— we are done.  The pinto beans are starting to shoot the feelers.  These little vines will grab onto to each other and cause the rows to grow shut.

Beautiful The sun had set and we were heading back home, when I noticed something flashing and twinkling in the late evening sky.


Drifting down, down, down we saw it land gently in the upper part of the pinto bean field.  Hopeing it would NOT get away I hurried to the upper end of the pinto bean field, to see a helium balloon shaped like a star resting among the pinto bean rows.


A fun little gift from the heavens!

Star I nestled the star on the four-wheeler, laying a large rock on it’s string, tucked my weeding knife securing under the bars and brought the falling star home.

Your friend on a Western Colorado farm,


The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— A Routine Day on the Farm

Mom hollered at me saying: “It’s your turn to write, Boomer.  Today is Friday.”  Then she walked upstairs to turn on the computer.  As soon as I heard her voice I had already scrambled up from my dead sleep ready for action.

I wagged my tail and bounced up the stairs beating her by three steps!  I might be 10 ½, but I’m still fast!

Tee Hee

I waited with Mom while the computer turned on and warmed up.  Then I had to sit down for a spell, because Mom wanted to check out the news and a few things.

“Be thinking about what you want to say, Boom.  I’ll look at the a few blogs, then when you are ready the computer is yours.”

I sat there watching her move the mouse around, click a few things…stop and stare at the screen…I guess I’ll just lay down here and put my head on my paws; looks like she is going to take forever!

Geez, my eye lids are getting heav…y…zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

“Okay, Boomer, your turn,” mom announced as she got up from the computer chair.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmph!  Znort! HUH!?  Oh, My turn.

Let’s see-what was I dreaming thinking about?  Oh Yes! What we did yesterday.  Yesterday was a typical day.  A day just like any other day. I like days like that they are FUN!


Mom and I took the finished siphon tubes out to the dirt ditch at the pinto bean field.


We irrigated the corn and the pinto bean field.  We are watering the BIG corn field now…it takes a week to get across to get all the rows wet…I explored while my folks worked.  Sadly I found out that one of the porcupines died over on the sagebrush hill.  It’s always sad when something like that happens.  Mom and Dad had a wee flood from the large cornfield into the little corn field…they were scrambling pretty fast to get the water back into the big corn field’s cement ditch.  I thought it was pretty neat since several mice had to scamper very quickly away from the water.  I didn’t chase them, but I did give some of them a couple of good sniffs.

Then Mom loaded me up…I don’t jump up any more, ever since I tore my knee Mom lifts me up and takes me down.  My knee is better but she doesn’t want “another hurt knee”.


Then we moseyed on down past the alfalfa field … Dad says he will cut hay next Wednesday; it’s starting to bloom. To the pinto bean field.  Mom told me to stay that this wasn’t going to take long.

It didn’t…22 set siphon tubes later and we were back on the 4-wheeler heading home. HUH!?  Not home!


We were going to the Rocky Hill…Dad’s favorite spot on the farm.  Then we rode through the pasture between the Rocky Hill and the Coyote Hill…it’s a good thing I was on the 4-wheeler the grass was over our heads!

We saw three doe deer…Mom told me today she and I are going out to put corn on the ground so the deer won’t eat the new baby corn plants.  COOL!

After that we headed home.   See. Not much happening.  But it sure is fun.


Boomer, the Beagle

The Deep Hush—-Wednesday, June 3, 2015

The upper corn field is a pasture away from the headgate. As Terry and I work (last night I shoveled ends and Terry dug the little depressions to hold the siphon tubes and then started the tubes, the night before he shoveled and I dug and started tubes) we can hear the roar and the crashing of the water in the FN Lateral Canal,  as it moves over the little dam and into our headgate, then the turbulent flinging of the water back into the canal heading on toward the Gunnison River, then into the Colorado River.

It’s our own mini-Niagara Falls.

We usually work in companionable silence; the rumbling of the water making casual conversation hard to hear.

SMAfter checking the headgate for trash we drive through the Upper End pasture, around the Fox den area and take the ditch bank road separating the largest corn field from the Alfalfa field to set water in the soon-to-be-planted Pinto Bean field. (Whew!  That was a long sentence!)

By this time the sun has set and twilight fills the land.  I was walking back from the dirt ditch, (counting rows of set water as I went—too many open and the water dries up, not enough open and the cement ditch over-flows—when the full moon started rising.


I am not a ‘good taker’ of moon photos…usually I have the wrong camera with me at the time .  Still I thought…why not.  The full moon in June is called the Strawberry Moon.

Once away from the roar of the headgate the land is growing silent.  Although, night is never truly silent, the sounds take on a deep hush, shhhhhhhhhhhhh, bidding our hearts to be still, step lightly, those who live in the daytime are preparing for sleep.

Here and there the night sounds start, the hoot of a owl, or a cry of a far away fox, the night birds starting to awake, the earth’s breath slowing down to a gentle heartbeat.

It’s easy to stand with Terry, our arms linked, or me resting against his chest his arm around me-both holding a shovel. 🙂

Silently we survey the rushing of the irrigation water down it’s own little furrow. Boomer at our feet, waiting for the word to load up.

The earth calms, our hearts match the beat of the earth’s– peace descends.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


A Drop By–Sunday, July 27, 2014

The heat here has been exhausting. Part of the reason we are are so hot is the fact we have corn fields all around us…all but the five acres of pinto beans right in front of the house.

Pinto-Bean-FieldSince the humidity is high for us, it seems hotter than normal. I know nothing like those of you who live where there is high humidity all the time.  (July and part of August is the monsoon time for the high mountain deserts of the Rocky Mountain mountain range).

Anyway, since the humidity is high, with afternoon thunder and lightening storms complete with rain and living in a much higher humid environment  A CORN FIELD we are ‘feeling the heat’!


The corn fields effectively block any slight breezes or tiny winds that flow over the top of the Uncompahgre (Un-come-pah-gray–accent on the `pah) Plateau and onto the surrounding mesa’s including ours–California Mesa.

Corn fields by nature ARE hot and humid!  Therefore, we are like tall green corn plants maturing in the July sun.  Even the swamp cooler doesn’t help; it produces even more humidity.


Yesterday was a ‘sore trial’ as my beloved maternal Grandmother used to say!  Being a child I never really understood that saying…but as a Grandmother myself, having lived many days and then some; I do.

(Anymore my Grandmother’s words seem to sing to me in the breezes, to ride with me over the dirt roads as I help change water, or we rest on the patio in the evening.  I hear her spirit moving through my own words and in encounters of weeds and plants in the gardens, which we both love.)

The little grandchildren arrive off and on through the days, staying a short while then getting on their bikes to peddle home creating their own breezes as the fly through the fields between houses.  I’m sure they don’t understand the term ‘sore trial’.  🙂

Still it is only the humidity that is hard to manage.  Everything else is going nicely.

A-rideLast week Terry’s brother ‘dropped by’ on his way back to his home in Gilbert, Arizona. Terry enjoyed their couple of hours visit — after a quick ride in the corvette, Roger was back on the road.  He had miles and miles to go from here to Utah, then New Mexico, and on into Arizona.

All the hay is in and stacked and some has already been sold.  Terry has started water on the very dry alfalfa field as we begin again preparing for the third cutting.

Today we rest…no hard jobs.  Just those things that must be done.

Your friend on a farm in Western Colorado,