The Swoosh of a Wild Heart — In Two Ways — Thursday, November 12, 2020

The storms have finally left us…

heading someplace else

The little Gambel’s Quail families seem to be thriving. 

In spite of these things, who freely roam across all the farms in our area

Although, I am not sure if this IS a Gambel’s Quail.  His song sounds like one. 

Isn’t he beautiful!!!

I also got a lovely gift in my email this morning:

Hello there!
I just wanted to let you know that on this morning’s walk with Mouse, the Rainbow Bridge appeared, and I’m sure it’s because Boomer wanted to say hello to Mouse and also for me to tell you he’s fine, has lots of friends to play with, and he feels good. It’s not a very bright one, but that’s because the sun only came out briefly, and by the time I grabbed my phone, switched on the camera, and got the shot, it was almost gone.
Hugs,
I do miss that little Beagle very much.  Like all of you, I think he is happy now, which is a very good thing.
From my world to your heart,
Linda

 

WHAT! WOW! I Made it FIRST! —- Monday, October 19, 2020

As you know I love to feed the little wild creatures

fun little snacks they would never ever get

unless someone goes to the grocery store and buys them.

Usually,

it goes down like this —Stanely or Stewart or someone

from the Vacuum Cleaner family shows up—Cute little furry rodents with darling little faces

Sometimes, but not always, the Quail get there and can snarf up the remaining bits leaving a clean plate for everyone else.

But yesterday, the little chipmunk made it up there before everyone else.  He/she stood and his/her mouth flew open as is to say: WOW!

It was a perfect treat for Chipmunk and a perfect treat for me!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

The Heat of Summer is Here—Thursday, July 9, 2020

A wee tiny bird (I think might be a Starling) is living out it’s beginning life, in a hollow of a limb of the tree in our yard

At the Upper End, we have pheasants. Delightful birds

Over by the equipment area, I saw a fun courting couple

Then on the back road going to the Back Forty twice,

I ran across this pretty handsome feller

Our days are in the 100*s now. That is 37.7c.

At the peak of the heat in the daytime, the little songbirds rest—such wise little creatures

Or come to our chicken yard and try to grab a snack or two…

I’m sure they are thinking “get some food while everyone sleeps, then no one will ever know.)

The hawks and other raptors silent shadows slide over the warm and bright land

The blue sky is alive with life


As so is the earth

Ah  Summer so

Full Life

Full of Joy

Full of Daily Adventures

To me

The most perfect time of the year!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Mom and I Out on the Farm

Mom and I went out on the farm to see what we could see:

(From Pinterest)

First off, we saw lots of tracks—Bird feet

Shadows of grasses

Shadows of the weeds

Shadows of corn

Some birds, but they were flying,

not walking

We have lots and lots of Quail…masses of them, like a bazillion or so.  (It’s really fun to run up to them and make them scatter; some fly, some run, some hide. Ever so much fun!)

We saw TWO snake skins.

One was SUPER big.  Mom said she was glad she didn’t see the snake, the skin was bad enough.

We saw Stanley

Fox feet tracks,

I wonder if it was Kit?

Raccoons, they are here, there, and everywhere

Mom saw a busy bug

in the flower weeds

I sniffed here there and everywhere

Mom and I had lots and lots and lots of fun!

Boomer Beaglie Brown (BAY, HOWL, HAWOOOOOO)

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

The Song of Birds—-Wednesday, May 8, 2019

In the slowly brightening sky, I took my camera and went in search of birds

This silly little bird was determined to get food from the Hummingbird feeder although

I have one out there just for the Oriole’s

Boomer and I took off for the other side of the farm looking for birds

There on the grain head in the bright morning sunshine

Was a busy little Quail.

Heading home through the Back Forty, then onto the Upper End I had to marvel at the beauty of the San Juan mountain range—STILL covered in snow

Just about home, this giant bird thundered across the sky…

Now THAT is a huge sound of a bird! 🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— For the Birds

Well, here we are …Dad has pulled and bladed all the pinto beans and they are drying in the field.  Now everything depends on the weather for how long it takes the pinto bean pods to dry.

So that is enough about that!

Now about the birds…. the little Barn Swallows are starting to try out their wings.  Every day they fly just a little bit further than yesterday.

Still coming back to sleep in that very crowded nest at night.  FOUR little ones in one nest!  Beats me how they do it.

Sleep in the nest, I mean.  When I look up there they look C.R.O.W.D.E.D!

 

They aren’t big enough to go out on their own…the mom and dad birds are still feeding them. 

Even when the kids are sitting on the rooftop.

The hummingbirds are becoming less and less here.  Makes Mom sad, but she told me (while petting all over my belly); “They have to leave, Boomie or they could never make it through the winter.  Winter is coming.”

 

While out doing the ‘stuff’ we always do on the farm

I ran into a couple of pheasants!  Boy! Those birds sure can scare the heck out of me…if I run into them they squawk really loud, flap their wings and fly right up into the air.  Sometimes it scares me so bad I lose my scent on the ground!!!!!

Oh.

That reminds me.  I saw Quade the Quail yesterday!

Quade was checking out the neighborhood on top of one of Dad’s pieces of equipment. He didn’t run off or jump down or anything, so I stopped by and we had a wee chat.

Quade agrees with me…. Fall is here!  Quade also predicts a hard winter.  I asked him if that means lots of snow…he just shook his head and said Hard.  Very hard.  Then lifted his wings and flew way up into the nearby tree.

Well, I guess hard is hard.  Either too dry or too much snow.  I guess only time will tell.

Boomer Beaglie Brown

Sunlight Poured through the Air—Wednesday, October 4, 3017

“Don’t believe in miracles—depend on them.”–Laurence J. Peter

It was warmer yesterday.  A lovely touch of sunlight, soft breezes and sunlit farm light

(that is a Gambols Quail coming toward me.)

We are still having tiny little hummingbirds visiting the feeder.

Sometimes I see only one, some days none at all…

Then just before the big cold rain I saw six.  My heart goes out to them, traveling so late in the year.  I hope they make it somewhere warm soon.

Then while out on a wee walk with Boomer and Mindy the cat…I found

A heart! A perfect sort of magic!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—When it’s Hot

What’s a dog supposed to do when it’s hot? So hot all a dog can do is sit around panting?

GO FOR A RIDE WITH MOM AND DAD!  That’s what a dog can do—

Chip-1

Well….Sunday we all loaded up and ‘went to the hills’—Grand Mesa that is.  There we gave Linkin and Bladen back to their folks and hung around awhile.

Hank and I watched the chipmunks and Camp robbers steal  his dog food.  We just watched because we were hunkered down under Hank’s Mom and Dad’s trailer.

(We didn’t want to just watch, but……………)

Ruth

Back home Mom and I saw Ruth…she was WAAAAAAAAAAAAY over there.  I hollered at her. She just continued to sit there.

Skin

We saw a skin…the skin of a bull snake, that is.  It was a big one!

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There are lots of quail around and many, many, just starting to be able to fly baby pheasants.

Cooling-Off

When we go irrigate I always cool off.  I try to cool off, that is.

It’s sure been hot!

Boomer