While Terry did all the things he needs to do
To get the corn harvested.
I headed out to put the farm to bed.
The day was just lovely.
There was a nice breeze
Cooling me as I worked.
One ditch finished.
A few more to go.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Yesterday was cold, the snow clouds were thick and heavy and the wind sharp
All of the tubes are now picked up and put to bed
We worked steadily all afternoon
We are now ready for the cows!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Mom says she will be back with Sherlock Boomer Next week, Mom says she is way behind.
Mom is really behind.
We had to go clean up all the syphon tubes and get the farm put to bed so the combine can get to the ends of the fields.
There are lots of ditches
And lots of syphon tubes, and dams and ditch cleaners to be picked up.
It took mom and I two full days, but we made it!
So now the combine can make it through without any problems!
Mom says she will be back on track with the story soon!
Boomer
“Come on, Boomer! Let’s go with Dad and get a corn sample!” Mom patted her leg for me to follow them. Off we went into the corn fields. An ear here and an ear there…all through the three corn field.
“Be sure and get an ear in the down spot, it seems to take forever to dry.” Dad pointed so Mom would understand just where he wanted her to get a sample.
“Okay, I’ll head to the top corn field and get one from the down side of the big field.” Mom told Dad, as he headed to the front field—“Alright, and I’ll get one from the road side of the big field.
Back home we shelled the corn into cans to take to the elevator to have it tested. It doesn’t matter what YOUR tester says (if the corn is dry or not) it matters if the Elevators testers says it’s dry.
While Mom and Dad shelled I tasted out the knurls to see if they were hard or soft. I like to do MY part!
Then we all loaded up and headed to the elevator. We went in the car this time, it’s just too cold for me to ride (LIKE I LOVE TO DO) in the back of the truck.
At the elevator Mom and I sat in the car and waited while Dad walked the samples in. Waiting is OKAY BY ME!!! Mom rolls the window down and I sniff and smell all I want.
Then Dad was back and we were heading home.
“Not yet” Dad said. “Still too wet…15.9.” Dad gave a HUGE sigh. We wait some more.”
“Two weeks, do you think?” Mom asked.
“Who knows,” Dad replied glumly. “Who knows?”
“Well, I guess it is what it is.” I hear Mom say.
Then Mom said: “Hopefully the weather will dry and warm up, which should help. Also, if it will dry and warm up, Boomer and I can get out there and get all the siphon tubes, dams and other things picked up and stored for the winter. It’s just been too wet and cold to get the farm put to bed.”
Hum, I thought, I think the farm is already in bed, it’s just Mom hasn’t got the room picked up and straighten up for the company…meaning Mom needs to get the irrigation stuff picked up and brought into the farm yard so the COWS don’t ruin it!
GOOD! Let’s hope for warmer, drying weather…I LOVE picking up all the irrigation stuff. Just Mom and me and the farm. YAY!
Boomer!
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!!!
HALOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
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!
Boomer
Last week we had a huge ice storm, then Mom and Dad LEFT!!!
Mom talked to both of us and told us they were going on a little trip, they would be gone three days and two nights, but they WOULD BE BACK!!!
Then she petted us and gave us kisses on the nose and really nice back scratches and asked us to do a good job of taking care of everything while they were gone.
We gave Mom lots of kisses on her hand and arm and said we would.
It was a LONG TIME UNTIL THEY GOT BACK!
Three days is FOREVER!!!!!
Yes, Shannon came up and took us for walks with the our dog cousins, and Misty and the little kids came over and checked on us….
BUT IT JUST WASN’T THE BEST…………..
We needed Mom and Dad!
Then they were here! Yippee! Boomer laid all over Dad’s feet and I laid right by Mom’s chair until bedtime, then we both slept in the bedroom with OUR PEOPLE!
While they were gone we had another ‘gully-washer’ so none of us could go out and start putting the farm to bed.
Gradually the days dried out and then on the warmest day ever (and I do mean HOT) Mom and Boomer and I and DAD all went out to gather in the siphon tubes
and the roll-out ditches and to pick up all the orange dams. Then we got the metal dams and stored them also.
Dad checked the corn out…still to moist, maybe by Halloween the harvest will start.
Boomer checked out all the raccoon poop and foot prints.
Me?
I stayed with Mom. I always stay right with Mom wherever she is ALWAYS!
That’s my job!
Taking care of Mom!
It sure was HOT! Whew! After all the cold we’ve been having to have a normal temperature day was rather, well…WARM!
Coming back home we all trouped into the house—first Mom, then Boomer and then me.
Monkey at her normal spot
Then Dad came in and made lots of noise, he dropped something I don’t know what….and
SCARED MONKEY!!!
Tee Hee …we all laughed out-loud!
She didn’t think it was funny!
HAHAHAHAH
BUT WE DID!!!
Sure was a good day!
Fuzzy
Life on a Colorado Farm 