A HAY CUSTOMER IS HERE!!! DAD!!! YOU HAVE A HAY CUSTOMER!!! BARK! BARK! BAY! HOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWL!!!
Hi, Ya, Sam! Been catching any mice lately?
Your fur is getting messed up Monkey? A bit windy out here for those of you with long fur!
Oh…look here is Mom.
What’ up, Mom! What cha go’na do?
“Are you up to putting the farm to bed, Boomer? Come on…we will go on out and get started, Dad will come up when he is done helping loading hay.”
Mom reached down and picked me up and sat me down behind her on the four-wheeler. (Mom has to pick me up and put me places ever since I blew my knee out. My knee is healed now, but neither she nor I want it to get hurt again—so she always picks me up and puts me behind her—or sits me in the back of the pick-up or on the pick-up seat.)
“WAIT!!!!” Monkey yelled…..”I WANT TO GO!”
“No, Monkey—git! It’s too far up there! SCRAM!”” Finally Monkey ran back to the yard.
Up we went to gather all the siphon tubes and stack them so the cows won’t stomp on them and destroy them. Cows are like that ya know…if it’s interesting they like to walk on it to see what it will do. Cracked siphon tubes in hooves is not a good thing, nor is it something Mom and Dad want to deal with either.
It was hot work…even if the sky acted like it wanted to rain, we all worked up a sweat…Mom even took her coat off…I’m glad I didn’t have a coat like thing on, I was already hot!
Up one field, down another we went, picking up dams and tubes and straightening up anything that might get in the way of the corn combine…then I SAW IT!!!
Looks like the coyotes got a Big Bird…sniff, sniff..snuff…
“Boomer what you got there?” Mom asked, as she walked up the last of the dirt ditch.
“Oh, sometimes nature is so cruel…my, that was a big bird, I wonder what kind it was.”
Dad arrived about that time—“Coyotes! They’ve gotten very brave again…I saw evidence along the equipment area yesterday.”
Yeah, Dad….Mom and I can hear them when we walk at night. Mom and I think they are hanging out down around the other house. They wouldn’t be at that house if Hank still lived there, but since he doesn’t they aren’t afraid!
And we see scat everywhere…coyote poop! I sometimes stop and pee on it. Makes me feel…GOOD!!! Tee hee.
“Coyotes…never a good thing. You stay close by, Boomie, even if it’s daylight you don’t need to be scaring up some coyotes in their den” Mom admonished me.
Not to worry Mom. Since Fuzzy isn’t here I try to stay within eye-sight of you…I know you don’t have anyone to protect you now. I can still get the news, but I’m the only dog now, so I know you need me to take care of you.
‘Come on, Boom, let’s go.
We got done faster with Dad’s help. A nice little ride on the four-wheeler will cool you down.
Then we need to go check all the water traps for the mice…the mice seem to be rather bad this year also.” Mom lifted me up, started the engine and off we took right behind Dad.
Wind in your ears and cool air on your fur………………priceless!