All Fun and Games Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter 12

Chapter 12

 

DOTTIE CAME to live with Ethie, Mindy-cat, and I!

You see, Jan, the amazing chicken lady (she shows chickens all over the western part of the United States) said Ethie was lonely.  So Ethie was broody to have company.

Well, she didn’t say it all like that, but that is the way I, Boomer, Sherlock Beagle, understood it when Mom explained it to me.

The farm family has grown just a wee bit more.  And I have to REALLY guard my food!

MEANWHILE out of the farm

(and in the farmyard)

Life as

we know it

goes on!

All Fun and Games!

Unless Coyotes are involved!

  Boomer Beaglie Brown, a.k.a. Sherlock Boomer

 

 

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All Fun and Games A Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

 

Ethie and I plodded on all the long hot day after a night of extreme terror.

We rested for a spell at the beginning of the night.  But I wanted to get home.  We were in dangerous territory.

Ethie argued with me and refused to budge.  About that time the leader of a coyote pack walked up the road heading toward us.  I quickly shoved a sputtering, clucking, hen into the high grass along the canal and SAT on her!  I mean…what is a dog to do when a chicken just WON’T SHUT UP!

I didn’t sit hard, but I did sit long.  I couldn’t risk that silly hen flapping herself into the canal or her squawking drawing attention to us.

After the whole pack of six trotted by I waited a little longer, then got off the hen gave her a push up the bank with my nose and we were off again.

This time Ethie listened to me and hopped and ran alongside without me having to prod her along.

We had just reached the little bridge where Dad’s water from the headgate enters into the little corn field. Ethie and I had stopped for a rest both of us getting a drink of water.

Suddenly lots of chittering and chatter and racket were heard coming out the cornfield…Raccoons!  And the whole family of them. Ethie and I took one look at each other and took off fast!

Nothing tastes better to raccoons than CHICKEN!

This time we ran and ran and ran until we made it to the old cottonwood tree!  At the bottom of the old cottonwood tree is a little hollow.  We were so tired neither one of us could take another step.

I pushed Ethie into the hollow gave her a little time to fluff herself up and settle in way close to the tree and the tree’s roots.  Then I laid down and front of her ………………………….zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Morning arrived and with it was STANLEY!  Oh, yes! STANLEY the squirrel.   It was so good to see STANLEY!  Just seeing Stanley meant we were getting close to the farm.

Well, closer.  Stanley and Stewart had moved themselves up to the old cottonwood tree some time back.  I missed them in the farmyard, but it wasn’t too much time to trot up the farm road.  Well, way up the farm…way, way up the farm road and visit them.

I would do that ever so often.  I rather like Stanley and Stewart.

Anyway, Stanley woke Ethie and I. then Stanley talked a mile a minute about everything going on in his squirrel world.

I told him what we were doing, introduced him to Ethie, then he was off. He said he had lots of work to do to get ready for winter.  Winter was coming you know…he yelled over his shoulder as he took off down the farm road.

The day wore on.

My it was hot!

I put Ethie in front of me giving her a little push now and again. Down the long hot farm road, we went.

Gradually we made it to one of Dad’s farm equipment areas.  By this time the sun was starting to set.

We were close, but still not close enough.

Then suddenly and without any warning, Ruth silently glided down out the sky and grabbed Ethie around her very skinny but feathery body and lifted Ethie up into the sky.

Ethie took one look at the ground, then one look at the claws around her middle and fainted.

I saw Ethie’s neck go limp, her neck all stretched out looking like a very dead chicken.

That is for sure.

“HEY, DOG!  SEE YOU IN THE FARMYARD!  IT’S TIME THIS BIRD MADE IT HOME!”

With that Ruth and Ethie flew way up into the sky turned toward the farmhouse and was gone!

I picked up my feet, tail wagging and ran as fast as my beagle legs could take me to HOME!

All Fun and Games! A Sherlock Boomer Adventure—Chapter 5

All Fun and Games!

Chapter Five

 

Well, stunned or not I had a HUGE problem.  How to get a hen a couple or so miles back to my home?

By this time it was going on dark.

I mean…like really dark.

Dark enough I wondered if it would be better to just stay where we were or to travel forward.

Into the darkness.

It’s pretty dark in my mind right now.  I can’t decide what is the best thing to do.

“WHOOOOOOO WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”  Ruth called, “Let’s head out now.  You and the little hen run between bushes.  Head back.  I’ll fly up just enough you can see me.  I’ll be your eyes.  That way, if some chicken eating….”

“SQWACK!” Ethie screamed and flunked over in a dead faint.

“Wow! What was that all about?” Ruth exclaimed.

“Hum, I think she couldn’t handle the thought of being dinner to someone— one more time.” I puzzled.

“Get up, Ethie!” I pushed her with my nose. “Get up…you are with me and Ruth….dinner you are NOT going to be.  Not on our watch!”

Ethie laid there like a frozen piece of chicken….cough(!) er (!) hum,(!)

Poor choice of thoughts, I stuttered. Let me begin again.

“You are safe, Ethie You are among friends. Just get up, get really close to me, hug my side, and I will protect you on the ground. Ruth will protect both of us from the air.  We have a long ways to go.  Past the cattails, up the Rocky Point Hill, into the Upper End.  Once there we can hit the farm road and follow it for a mile or so and be to my home.  Where Mom will be delighted to have a little hen living with all of us!”

Ethie opened one eye.  It wildly rolled around in her head for about one minute.  Gradually she straightens out her toes, then her feet, then she gave herself a big shove and BAM!  There she was upright and straight, albeit rather wobbly.

With that, I put my body next to hers.  She gave me a pathetic look, took one step forward, then another, I had to start walking if I wanted to keep her right beside me.

We were off!

I looked at Ruth.  Ruth looked at me.  Opening her huge wings, she gave three swooshing flaps; lifted straight up in the air and hovered over us.

The great long walk had begun.

“Go ahead, Dog!  The coast is clear.”

I moved from one brush to the next brush, having to take tiny little steps so Ethie could keep up with me.

The going was s.l.o.w, let me tell you.  But we made some progress.

Three million hours later we made it to the cattails when suddenly

MOMMA DEER shoved her way through the cattails and right into our path.

“What is going on here!”  Momma deer stopped in amazement.

“We are going to my house,” I answered her.

“With a dead chicken, Boomer?”

“No, with Ethie.  She is a chicken, but very much alive.”

I turned to my side and saw a frozen chicken, laying on its side, both eyes closed and beak opened in a silent scream.

“Oh, my goodness!  Get up, Ethie!  It’s just a Momma deer, you are safe.  Get UP, Ethie!”  I nudged her again and again.

While I was nudging Ethie, Ruth flew down and lit on a large, grey boulder.

“Here, dog, I can wake her up!”

“SCREECH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Ruth opened her beak and let out the loudest screech I have ever heard.

Ethie jumped up and started to take off in fright, when she ran right into me, knocking me over with all the force of a very frighten three-pound bird.

“Slow down, hen.” Ruth laughed. “You are safe. My goodness, how in the world did you ever get way out here if you kept falling down in a dead faint?”  Ruth flapped her wings and rose back up in the sky.

“Let’s go.” She hooted….the night is wasting.

“Go?”  Momma deer asked in a most puzzled way.

“Back to my house,” I explained. “I’m taking Ethie back to my house to live with Mom and Dad, me, and Mindy cat.”

“All the way back?  All that very long way back?”  Momma deer asked.

“Yes!  All the way back.”

“This sounds like a great adventure,” Momma deer replied. “I think I am going with you.  At least as far as the hay stackyard.  The hay stackyard just might have some snack for a really nice deer, don’t you think.”

“GOOD!” I bayed.  “Perfect!  Ruth, you, and I.  We will get Ethie to mom!”

 

 

 

All Fun and Games! A Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter 4

All Fun and Games!

Chapter Four

 

I was standing there feeling all amazed at this little hen when a huge dark shadow fell over the hen and me.  Glancing up I saw…

“OWL! OWL!” the little hen screamed!  “IT IS THE OWL! RUN!”

She picked up her feet and started to flap and squawk.

I raised my paw and pushed her down flat.

“OWL!” she sobbed.

“Shh, …it’s okay.” I soothed.  “It’s just Ruth. Ruth is our friend.  Ruth can help me help you.!

The hen fluttered and squiggled and squirmed.

“Owls eat CHICKENS!”

“Oh! Shut UP HEN!” Ruth yelled. “I’m not going to eat you, I’m not going to pick you up and fly you far away, I’m not going to do anything with you.  JUST SHUT UP!”

The little hen fluffed up her feathers, shook my paw off, struggled back up into a standing position and gave Ruth and I a huge look of pure disgust.  “I knew that”, she pouted…” The dog would have run if you were going to eat me.”

“Okay…now that we have that all straight…just what is going on? I don’t think I have ever seen a chicken way out here on the

edge of Coyote land, nor have I ever seen a chicken sleeping in a brush way out here where the

deer and the

raccoons roam.  By the way, raccoons eat chickens also, did you know?  I mean. You are a sitting duck. Er Chicken…er…you are LUNCH!  No matter how you look at it!”  Ruth flapped her wings and gave a couple of hoots.

“I know,” the little hen shuddered. “I know.  By the way, my name is Ethie.  Ethie means brave in chicken.  I decided I needed to take a name that would lend me courage.”

In my first former life, I was named Little Miss, then in my second former life I was named Twiggy.  But all those names would not help me be brave so I looked carefully into Chicken talk and remembered Ethie means BRAVE.  I knew if I were to survive I HAD to be brave.”

“Well, Ethie, brave you are indeed.” Ruth put her left wing on Ethie’s back.

I just looked at the both of them standing there a little reddish-brown hen all puffed up looking important and a grouchy soft-hearted Big Horned Owl patting that little scrawny hen on the back.

Sometimes I am stunned at the turn my life takes.

 

 

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Farm Report

Well, this isn’t about the farm. But is about the farm yard, to be specific its about the farm yard drive way…

Yep the really nice FEDEX driver showed up.  I’m always cautious…there is a mean UPS driver so I take my time warming up to these drivers.  But this guy is nice.  He always wants to make friends.  Then he hands me a cookie before he walks to the house to give mom her package.

That’s about the farm yard road.

Out on the ditch bank there are lots of little raccoon critters.  We have a huge group of them.  Sometimes they travel all the way into the farm yard and skitter around out back where the hay is always stacked.

I like to go out and see who is there.  A couple of the raccoons are my friends.  We ‘do’ things together.

I go with Mom all the time.  We go change water.  We also go over to my sister’s so I can see my dog cousins,

and we head out and check on the fences —

good fences make good neighbors, Mom always says.

Mindy cat is a farm cat.  She is really good at catching mice.  Really good.  She sometimes eats so many she herks them back up.  I just sniff the herk, but—not to my taste.  I leave it there until Mom comes along and picks it up with a shovel.

I don’t know what Mom does with it, but…something.  Anyway, it’s gone.

And the wind…don’t get me started about the wind…it’s been so strong that it lifts my ears right up in the air.  Mom says I look cute with my ears blowing in the wind.

Well, that my farm report.  Mom and I hope you have a good weekend.

Boom Beaglie Brown a.k.a. Sherlock Boomer

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Back to Every Day Normal

Life has settled down after the whole Mystery Where I Used a Secret (Idea/Weapon/Gift from some friends).

We are having huge winds again.  Mom and I are getting very tired of them.  And MOM likes wind.  She always makes me go for a walk with her when the wind is blowing.  But if you walk in this wind a dog has to crawl and a person has to bend over.  Not good.

But back to everyday life—-

Mindy and I go to walks with Mom every day.  Sometimes at night.  I Always go with Mom at night, but not always Mindy.  If she is inside sleeping on the bed, or the sofa, or the big table, or her favorite chair, Mom just lets her sleep.  “Let’s just let Mindy get her rest, Boomer.  This walk will be with you and I.” Mom says as we head out the back door.

That works for me.  Heck having Mindy Min-Min Lou tag along works for me.  I’m really pretty easy going. So whatever Mom wants…that works for me.

I have been keeping a sharp nose out for strangers {human or animal} coming down the long lane into our farm yard, or heck even out of the farm.

News is What my nose is all about.  Checking the news from here to there and every which where.

When Mom and Dad are working at the Upper End or in the little field next to the Upper End, I always, always go over and check out the big wood pile.  Critter’s live in there you know.  Ground squirrels, the fox, skunks, but…thankfully…no Badgers!!

Badgers are mean, scary, and completely terrifying.  Trust me on that.

If Mom and Dad go to town and come back in the dark…I always, always make sure to meet them half way down the lane…sometimes Mom stops and gives me a lift back home.  Sometimes not.

I guess she stopped asking lots, because I would turn her down preferring to take my time following the car back home.

News…out there, you see.  I might miss something.  I know Mom and Dad are now home and well… there just might be news on the way back to the house.

Like the Raccoons who’ve taken to coming down to the canal to wash their food.  They are so silly.  They wash EVERYTHING they eat.  I mean everything.  Sometimes whatever they are washing turns to mush and floats away.  But still they do it.

Now that the weather has warmed up Mom lets me ride in the back of the pick-up when we go somewhere fun.  It’s been too cold so I’ve had to pant my way,  to wherever we are going, in the back seat, sometimes with the window down, but sometimes not.

Anyway…on nice days…I get to ride in the back.

Wind in the face, smells in the nose…ears flapping.  A dog cannot ask for more.

Boomer Beaglie Brown a.k.a. Sherlock Boomer!  😊

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—-My Job

Besides going out with Mom

Helping Dad change the water

I have a really big job!

It’s to keep the farm safe!

 

I have much to do—those crazy raccoons are so brave they walk RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY DOG HOUSE!  I know because they always leave a little poop behind.

That’s why I’ve taken to sleeping outside…MY CHOICE!

Mom brings me inside, but … well, you know … there are critters outside!

I chase off the

  • raccoons…they run zipping and playing, with me right behind them
  • I protect the corn!
  • Chase the fox—he is pretty fun to chase
  • Make the squirrels scatter
  • Go for walks with Mom

The deer have been pretty hard on the corn.

You see they eat the silk…

the silk is what feeds the little kernels of corn so they will fatten up and become

BIG FAT JUICY KERNELS of corn

It’s been pretty hard work this year, but so far I’ve been able to do it.

I am feeling well again.

Mom says that is a very good thing!

I agree!

Boomer

 

 

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Farm News

I thought I would show you some of the things I’M interested in…you know the real NEWS of the farm.  The very stuff that makes the whole place tick…MY sorta thing.

Run-Raccoon-RUN

We have lots of raccoons…they are pretty brazen little creatures; coming right into the yard at night. RIGHT IN!!!  I peal out of the back door and run howling after them (sometimes).  Well, not lately…running anywhere is out the question.  Although, my knee is coming along.  I can trot on it a few paces, lots better than a week ago.

Instructions

There is always the going to and fro and back again.  I like those times…Mom picks me up and places me on the four-wheeler right behind her and we are OFF!

Morning, noon, mid-afternoon, and late evening (plus sometimes way in the night) then off we go.

I always get the same old boring talk when we get to wherever we are going: “No, rolling in anything nasty, Boomer. Remember if you do you have to sleep outside in your dog house”. Then she picks up both of my long, flappy ears and brings them to the side of my head, when she does that I always think I must look like a bird or something.  Then she looks me right in the eyes and says: “You come when I call or you hear the four-wheeler start.  If you don’t you will have to walk all the way back in by yourself.”  With that she gives me a kiss on my very cute and loveable beagle nose and carefully lowers me to the ground.  Mom is very careful to put my front legs down first then my back legs.  I appreciate Mom!

As soon as I’m down I OFF!

Raccoon-tracks-in-the-cemen

Hummm, sniff, snuff…yep…raccoon’s washing their dinner off.  For some reason they like soggy food.  Ick!

Sniff, sniff…

OH!  OH!

Buck-1

As we were going home, when it was almost dark we saw a buck!  I haven’t seen any deer, so far, but here is one of the bucks!  Dad says there is a doe and a fawn up on the Sagebrush Hill, but I haven’t seen or smelled them yet.  Although, to be honest I haven’t made it up that far…soon though, after the old knee gets better.

Buck-2

Anyway…this buck isn’t even afraid of me or Mom or Dad.  Mom says we are his people (and dog).  She says he has probably been born here and lived here all his life and knows we aren’t going to do anything to him.

Sunset-on-water

Mom always likes to see the sunset…last night the sunset was on the water in the irrigation ditch.  She told Dad and me it was beautiful.

Just as it was about time to leave one field to go to another field to set the water I FOUND IT!

Yes! I DID!

OH THE JOY!

OH THE WONDER!

Something-Nasty

Forgetting everything Mom admonished me with I zoomed over and gave myself a huge roll in something really stinky and nasty!  IT WAS DELIGHTFUL!

Brought a huge smile to my face!  HUGE!

Did I have to sleep outside?  Ummm, well, yes.  But, OH WELL!  It was hot inside anyway and the roll SO WORTH IT!!

Boomer

P.S.  Sadly I got a bath this morning.

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—When the Folks are Away

Don’t let anyone tell you there isn’t a very active night life on a farm or ranch…if you do let them tell you and you believe it —-YOU ARE WRONG!!! ♪♫❤♪♫❤

Evening-Light

There is all sorts of activity.  Visits from the–

Antlers

Tall, sleek, svelte

Pole Cat

Those reeking of perfume

F!

Gorgeous and dangerous

Monkey-at-night

A Monkey

Humm

Mischief makers

Gone

And those

Sam-and-Rac

 

who protect the place

Home

Then Mom and Dad come Home…

YAY, I just report the news.  I let Sam protect the place.

Boomer

 

 

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer—As Good as it Gets

You know there are just some things that are way out there funny!

Well, at least Boomer and I think so.

HummmYou see there has been a sort run on the farm with the raccoons.  None of us really do anything about them-Heck Boomer and I like to sniff their tracks and try to guess what they are up too.  Mom and Dad just make comments to each other… “Oh look, the raccoons have been walking down the gated pipe”!

Sometimes the raccoons will come in the yard and try to find dog food to eat, but Mom always picks up all the dog food every night.  If we sleep outside Boomer and I bark at them, but if we don’t sleep outside all we can do is, well, sniff their tracks.

Any hoo…Janson wanted to catch a raccoon….I don’t know why…I never heard, but he wanted a raccoon.  Dad told Jason he could put a trap up by the equipment area and see what happens.  Dad said he knew there were lots of raccoons up there because of all the signs.

Every day for three weeks Jason and Shannon went up to check the trap, morning and evening….nothing.

Every day.

Morning and evening.

For three weeks.

Nothing, nada…zipp!

On the third week one evening Jason decided that it was useless so he would just go get the trap and take it home.

UpUp they went.

BackBack they came.

Then THREE hours later…..HAHAHAHAHBoomer and I had a huge laugh about that!!!!

The-BoomMom sent the photos over to Jason and Shannon, who could resist showing it to them!!

HAHAHAH those raccoons are pretty darn clever, don’t you think?

Happy-Fuzzy

Fuzzy