A Walk in Tranquility—Thursday, October 12, 2017

The storms have left (for a spell, anyway).

The mornings now wake to bright October sun, frost laying heavy in the indigo-blue of the shadows and as thick sparkling shards of light everywhere else.

This is all good for the drying stems of corn,

And the bright yellow/gold ears hanging down toward the ground (harvest will start sometime in November or December for our corn–fingers crossed!)

The corn fields are still visited regularly

Providing food and shelter in the rustling leaves

The night world is busy…ever so busy

The wild creatures fill the space between dark and light

 Always on the search for food

Boomie and I and Mindy-cat walk along ever so silently — along the farm roads by the drying corn.  Listening to the music of the rustling of the rustling corn leaves and watching for

Those creatures who live on this bountiful and blessed farm!

From my world to your heart,




Out and About—-Thursday, December 1, 2016


Min-Min hunting for those tasty little morsels called MICE!

checking-things-outA raccoon making sure the isn’t something yummy in the trash can

Sammy SmilingSammy sitting by the woodstove toasting his fur

look-outAnd that lovable little beagle looking for things hidden in the grasses.

Out and about…always something to see and do!

Your friend on a western Colorado Farm,



When Out on the Farm—Thursday, November 17, 2016

‘Twas the night before Yesterday, when out in the farm
A tiny young deer came looking, looking
She was walking so softly, so softly with care,
Her Momma had said be gone —not  here;
Being lonely, so lonely she came searching, searching wanting to be fed;
When out next to the trash can there arose such a clatter,
Boomer sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away, away out the back door he flew
Scaring a raccoon so lively and quick.
And then, in a twinkling, the tiny young hooves

Following the raccoon with hooves that go click!



P.S.  We think the Momma deer has told this young doe it’s time to leave.  She is very determined to hang around our farm house and in the farm yard (there go all my flowers, but oh, well).  Terry thinks come spring she will move back up to the Upper End or over by the equipment.  Until then she is determined to hang around here.  Really not very afraid of Boomer.  She is afraid of the lights suddenly turning on.

P. P. S.S.  A pretty bad poem. Chuckle!


The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—-Just Say’n

When the little kids were here they brought all three of their cats AND Hank Puff with them….oh, yes, and four fish.  They were bringing all these critters because they were moving from Craig, Colorado to Battlement Mesa, Colorado.

The little kids and all the critters stayed with us and their Aunt Shannon, my oldest sister.

Well, wouldn’t you know it one of the cats bolted out the door at Shannon’s and became….lost!

After days and days of looking for O’Malley, setting a live trap in the garage at Shannon’s the looking for O’Malley had to stop.  Either the cat was lost or didn’t want to be found.

We are all sad.

Then a week ago today (Friday) something tried to break into the front porch of our house (around mid-night)…climbed right up the screen door and rattled it mightily.  Scared Mom right out of the bed.

Off and on throughout the night, this someone tried to climb into the front porch of the house, Sammy and I sat up a stern watch protecting the place.  Well, really, Sammy the cat and I slept through the whole thing.

The next morning Mom and Dad decided to set a live trap to capture whoever it is trying to break in; thinking it might be O’Malley, since she hung-out up here for several days before being taken down to Aunt Shannon’s.

Mom baited the trap with yummy canned cat food, set the trap and proceeded to wait.

I, Sherlock Boomer, took it upon myself to find O’Malley and bring her home to the kids.


The second night I patrolled the long lane from our house to the mailbox….nothing.

Flee-1Just one of the deer skittering through.


On the third night I headed out toward the Butler Bins…I had smelled some pretty interesting smells out there…raccoons.  I didn’t tell Mom it was raccoons…one never knows, raccoons are very clever at breaking into things.  Maybe it was one of them trying to get into the house.


The fourth day Mom changed out the canned cat food.  Then Mom, Dad, and I headed up to Olathe, Colorado to get some parts for Dad’s pressure washer.

I scanned the world looking for O’Malley.


I did see dogs along the way; we had some great barks at each other.

The fifth day—nothing

In-the-cageThe sixth day—I took care of the cat food.



The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—-Stuff


My days are pretty much just rolling along.  We are starting to see little vines and flower buds on the pinto beans.  I could care less, but Mom and Dad think it’s a HUGE deal.  I just wag my tail and agree with them.

Baby-CornThe baby corn is popping up on the corn stalks.  If I move through the corn rows I come out will corn pollen on me.  Dad says this is a scary time for corn, the deer like to eat the silk.  If they eat the silk the corn won’t make.  Dad always gets really worried about this time of year.  Mom says it’s our 10% tithe.


The fox and the raccoon are helping Mom clean up all the apricots.  Fox can climb trees, did you know that?  So can raccoons.  We have two trees they climb up, to the very top, and get those little apricot fruit Mom can’t reach.


Mom says we share here…works for her and works for them.  Also works for me, because I get to sniff all the news when they are on the farm and in the farm yard!


Mom, Dad, Sammy-Sam, and I sit outside and watch all the hummingbirds every evening.


We have four pair of Rufus Hummingbirds this year…Mom is really excited.  She says she counted about 30 little hummers.  I don’t get Mom’s excitement, it’s just part of the birds who live on our place.

Now what I find exciting is FOOTPRINTS in the mud!  THAT is exciting!



The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—News of Our Work


We are finishing up lots of things now…Lots of stuff.

I love this time of year!  There is Always something to do…sorta like spring.  Only opposite.  In the spring we are ‘putt’n stuff in the ground’ and in the fall we are taking stuff OFF the ground. 🙂


So far we’ve had really pretty nice weather…blue skies and slight breezes.  Keeps the heat and the bugs off a dog.  And er, my people also.


We are still irrigating…that’s the best part for me.

Corn-Tunnel I sniff out the news in the corn tunnels,


check for interesting things in the alfalfa field….I saw where a snake shed its skin.  Looked like a pretty big snake to me!


The raccoons keep coming in my yard at night.  I chase them off…there is NO room for a raccoon in our yard…they can have the whole farm, but NOT my yard!


I like to run as fast as I can in the fields…I don’t know a dog out there that doesn’t like to run and feel his ears flapping on his head…makes a dog feel free!

Scout-and-WillowMy sister, Shannon, has a new member to her family…Scout, the pinto horse.  He is really a neat horse…although, I AM a tad afraid of him…I’ve never been around a horse IN MY LIFE!   Now Willow, one of Shannon’s cats, LOVES Scout…they do all sorts of things together…I like to hover way over there (somewhere Not close) and just watch…Scout seems so BIG!


We have a cool spider in the yard…it makes a NET for a web.  I haven’t seen the spider yet, but I keep looking.


The bean harvest is done.  We are still chasing water’, as Fuzzy used to say,


Fuzzy lives over the rainbow bridge now, Mom and I still miss him loads.


I have the bestest life in the whole wide world!  Running Free, riding on the four-wheeler with Mom, gathering news, gosh, just so many great things to do every day!


The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—NEWS

Mom buys me toys to play with…but I don’t like them.

Mom throws me balls…I chase them sorta…Fuzzy and I used to place chase with each other, but not really.  We enjoyed chase the fox, or chase the squirrel, or splash in the ditch more.  Well, ummmmmmmm, Fuzzy enjoyed splash the ditch; I liked (and still do) GATHERING NEWS!!!


News for the day!


Mom moved a couple of the garden toads from under my dog houses to her corral garden.


They really seem to like it out there…works better than getting living under my dog house.


We have frogs in the irrigation ditches!  I love, LOVE, to put my nose on them and watch them hop away.


Our yard is full of birds…they sing us awake every morning and chirp sleepy little songs in the evening to put us to bed.


Lots of Gambol’s Quail this year.  Dad is really happy we have more pheasants than last year.  We lost lots of pheasants a few years back and it’s taken awhile for them to recover.


There are baby raccoons in one of the trees in the yard.  Cute little things!


There are raccoons in the yard, in the farm yard, and out of the ditch.  There are as many raccoon as there are fox; is seems.


As for the home front—Sammy does a very good job of keeping the mice down.  (I’m glad that his job…it’s NOT something I’m ever going to do—Fuzzy would do it, but NOT ME!)

Looking for the mailman

Well, that’s the news for today.  I’m off, now, to get ready and bark the mailman down the road…he should be coming anytime now.


The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Full Moon on Friday the 13th

lHey, FUZZY!!!  Wake-up, Fuzzy!  Today is Friday the 13th!  Not only is it Friday the 13th we have a FULL MOON— TONIGHT!!!


We won’t be alive the next time this comes along, in fact Mom and Dad won’t be alive…it won’t happen again until Friday,

August 13th 2049!

How very cool is this!!

Hummmmmmmmmm, snort, skurkle….wha, what, Boomer?

Full Moon, Fuzzy!  AND IT’S FRIDAY THE 13th!

Last year we had three Fridays the 13th’s but this year there is only ONE and there is a Full Moon with it!

Hey, that is pretty neat!  What do you think we should do tonight, Boomer?

Lots of people are really suspicious over dates like this, but I don’t see any reason to be nervous, Fuzzy.   Heck, what bad thing can happen?…the sky is full of bright silver light, we will get to go with a walk with Mom in the moonlight and it’s really warm so we won’t be bothered by the cold at all.

Okay, Boom…let’s get to going:

  1.  First let’s holler over to Hank and let him know it what today is.



Bark, Yip, yap….repeat and repeat again and again and again.

Oh, this is good, Pepper is on the line…HEY, PEPPER…You Know what tonight is…..?

Oh!  BOOTS is joining in…Welcome, Boots…guess what tonight is?

Hey, this is really cool everybody in the neighborhood is talking on the dog telephone!

  1. Let’s tell the Coyotes….Every dog in the neighborhood…yipping and yelling!

“You soft as marshmallow house dogs…what do you think you are doing bother us real DOGS?  You are just pretend dogs.  Snarl, growl,



Shhhhhhhhhhh, she said

  1.  Pant, pant, puff, pant….sit by Mom’s bed and act like your are suffocating Fuzzy, so we can get back outside…after all TIME IS A WASTING!“Oh, alright…go on back out.  But be quiet!!!”  Mom warned as she let us out the back door.


BAM!!!! OW!!!!  Boomer!  I tripped and fell and bloodied my nose.

Darn thing, just won’t stop bleeding!

  1. YIKES!   SKUNK ——————– BOOMER!!!  Slow down, boy!  There is a skunk by the grain bin!
  1. Hey, dogs….chitter, chatter,  squeak…you can’t catch me

GET HIM BOOM!!!!  Get the raccoon!!

  1. Come on Fuzzy…he’s heading to the old tree by the canal
  2. Put y’er brakes on Boom…he’s gone.  We’ll never get him up the tree.

Okay, Fuzzy.  Let’s see if there is anything else out here.  We haven’t been this far up the ditch bank for several days…..sniff, sniff, snuff…do you smell anything, Fuzzy?

Nope, not very good, my nose is stuffed up.  But I do think I can smell those two cats from the neighbor way over the way.  They passed here about an hour ago.

10. Boy, the moonlight is sure bright.  Hummmmmmmmmmmm  oh, yes…ahhhhh…ooooooooo, this is really nice.  Come on, Fuzzy…you are going to like this.

11.Ah…no…I don’t think so, Boomer.  That’s just something I really don’t like.

12. Ummmm.  Listen….Mom is out…she’s calling us to go for her mid-night walk.  Well, I guess, tonight it more like her two in the morning walk…  Listen, Boom…we gotta go!

Okay, Fuzzy….just a dollop more.  Mom, is going to love me!  Just wait until she smells this great perfume….roll, wiggle, squiggle, squirm…yes!  I’m ready to go, Fuzzy.

Come on then, Mom is heading our way…we’ will intercept her at the bend in the road.

13. “YUCK!  Boomer!  What in the world did you roll in?”  Mom GAGGED!  (Actually, Mom almost puked)… “Boomer! UGH!”

But it is really nice, Mom.  Really, just take a good whiff…see you do like it.


She went back into the house, Boomer.  I’ll bet you get to have a bath in the morning.

WHAT!  And lose my great perfume?

Darn, I guess a full moon on Friday the 13th does bring some sort’a bad luck.


Pout, pout…I really wanted to wear my perfume for a long, long time.



The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Weekly Report

Latest News:


Sammy-Sam the cat

Catevery day and all night he patrols the farm. He used to go way over to Misty’s and check out everything over there, but last winter he ate a poisoned mouse and just hasn’t felt like tackling that huge long walk anymore.


Of course, age is creeping up on him…he turned 13 this year. Still Sammy-Sam does a good job of gathering news and information from around the farm buildings and the house.


Dad-–Dad went up to the Upper End to check to see if any Aliens had landed.  Mom, Fuzzy and I went along.  Mom checked out the drain ditch and Dad walked to the end of the irrigation ditch.


Fuzzy guarded the Four-Wheelers…his job was to make sure we had our rides to get out of there if the Aliens were around.

Robin   Robin—Robin sang out his report that The Aliens could be found out by the haystack.

PICT0114 Dad and the two little girls hurried as fast as their legs could carry them. Who wouldn’t like to see a Alien…young, old or in-between?


Squirrel-gossiped to me, Boomer-Reporter-at-Large— that squirrels are going extinct and scientists have now put them on the “endangered species” list.  He says by the end of this week Squirrels will be extinct so Fuzzy and I cannot, he repeated NOT chase him or his friends.  The world would be a very dreary place without squirrels.


(Fuzzy and I agreed so we won’t chase Squirrel every again…until…hum, NOW! —-RUN SQUIRREL!)


I, Boomer, the Farm Reporter says: Dad made several trips to change water yesterday and the day before and the day before that and….


Fuzzy and I think Dad has figure out time travel—hop on the four-wheeler and you can travel into future and into the past – within minutes.


Up to change the water, back to house, up to change the water…


BREAKING NEWS:   Sammy-Sam says


the Raccoon is back………….


Bark, bark, yip, yip….COME ON FUZZY…RACCOON!!!



The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — For One Day Only

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.



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….


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.




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

Monkey and the clock



Tee Hee …we all laughed out-loud!

She didn’t think it was funny!




Sure was a good day!