I enjoy seeing the rabbits
Out and about on the farm.
They aren’t the easiest things
To see
Let alone photograph
But they ARE fun!
I have no idea what breed they are
I just know that, for me, they are a nice bit of
pleasure. Pleasant, for sure.
Lightning Fast!
I have to be speedy for they truly scurry here, and then away, in the quickness of a heartbeat.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
I don’t care if you are working with cats, dogs, rabbits, sheep, pigs, goats, horses or cows…there is ALWAYS ONE! That has to live outside the box…
Yesterday Mr. Davis and his daughter were helping our neighbor move his cows from Mr. Love’s place to two miles down to My-Way Cattle Company’s corn field.
You can’t tell it here, but one of the cows jumped into our field giving Mr. Davis and his daughter a merry chase up and down the fence line. Terry went down to help and to see if our electric fence was still working (it was). Seems the errant cow had also taken them on a merry chase just below our place…running happily through the swamp on Gennis’s land. Once they got her back into the quickly moving herd she marched along very nicely, until she got our cornfield…HOP she was back over the fence galloping into the middle, standing there snorting frozen breath while they got the fence open and got into the field with her.
Then across the field she went, down to the end of the fence line by Misty’s house, back up the fence —by this time Mr. Davis, his daughter, two dogs, and Terry were all starting to squeeze her into the canal whereby the up gate could be opened.
NO! Not this girl, no sireee! DOWN THE CANAL she ran, ducked UNDER the bridge, kept on galloping to the end, and pushed herself under the fence to the other side coming out on our lane. Two more dogs arrived from Mr. Love’s end of the herd, I was on the lane…she turned so fast dust and sparks flew off her hooves. Within seconds she was hidden well in the middle of the herd heading north, right where she was supposed to be.
There is always one!
It’s acting like snow here, if we will get some I don’t know. But all around us the mountains are socked in giving me hope for fuller reservoirs this summer!!
Your farm friend,
Linda
Summer (well technically we aren’t there yet, but its hot enough a Dog can call it summer) is the bestest of times.
Sure beats winter…freezing cold, so cold your nose freezes shut, wind that takes your nose right off your face and then laughs at you because you can’t breathe anymore and no rides in the back of the pick-up because it is just WAY TOO COLD!
Just like in winter we go everywhere with Mom and sometimes Dad. But in summer they go lots more places we get to go with them too—
Like town—Fuzzy and I wait with Mom while Dad goes into the parts store or the hardware store…Mom always waits with us because there are people around that will kidnap dogs.
We always go irrigating and sometimes just for walks with Mom. There we see things like rabbits…
I NEVER CHASE RABBITS. Mom says I’m a funny beagle because that is what my breed was bred for…to CHASE RABBITS.
But I don’t.
They are my friends.
I’m more interested in just smelling the smells and seeing what news is out there. Maybe I was a news reporter in my former life. Tee hee, hahaha…snort, churckle!
Fuzzy likes to bark at the birds…he never bothers the Robins, but he sure does like to bark at the Barn Swallows! 🙂
We help with hay, the irrigation, (morning, noon and night) and we work with Mom in her yard.
Lately the heat has been ‘over-the-top’ not just the heat but lots and lots of high winds. But Fuzzy and I have it figured out how to stay cool.
Nothing beats underneath Dad’s pick-up!
Nothing!
We lay under there and we stay cool and unruffled!
On top of all of those really cool things to do we get to chase
SQUIRRELS!!!
Gotta go! HURRY FUZZY HE IS HERE!
Boomer
Since we had the fire and Dad sold the cows, Dad decided that he wanted to square up one of the fields. So we all helped him. First the fence had to come down, then the fence posts had to come out. That was the part we helped him with.
Then Dad took the scraper and other big equipment and went up and worked by himself. We stayed with Mom.
Then we all went up and worked on everything together.
Well, I think Fuzzy might have helped more than I did.
I wanted to, really I did.
But….
There is just so much to learn about out there in the brush…
I mean…
Mom said she sure misses the cows, she has never seen the weeds so big and nasty as they are this year.
I rather thought they looked pretty neat all colorful and all.
Fuzzy and I checked out the deer path in the corn. We like the deer path, no weeds, nothing. And if we get back in there far enough we find the deer wallow. Dad really doesn’t like having the deer in there as they knock down the corn to make the wallow and they EAT the corn.
Oh, well. They are in there! (Until Dad combines the corn, that is.)
Fuzzy and I chased mice. There are LOTS of mice. We had a blast!!
The day was just perfect. Not to hot and not to cold.
It is colder here, by the way.
Low 40’s at night and only getting up into the 70’s in the daytime.
Fuzzy says he can feel winter coming in his bones.
Mom said she can feel winter in her bones also.
Dad says there is a still lot to do before winter.
You know something, I really don’t care. I love all seasons.
I really do love living here!
Boomer (and Fuzzy)
Life on a Colorado Farm 