The Adventures of Boo Berry Betty and TLC Cai-Cai on Friday—-MY TURN!!! TLC , Friday, September 12, 2025 , Friday, September 12, 2025 Chapter Three

Chapter Three

One day—well, humm, I would say around after daylight, and before I go into the house for my nap.  I was outside doing some scouting by the gated pipe.  Mom, Dad, and Boo were up at the Biggest Corn field setting water in the new alfalfa field. Well, it’s really not new; it was planted last year, but this year is the first year it could be harvested.  See it takes that long for the baby alfalfa plants to become strong enough to handle being cut three times a year.

Dad says some people do cut the alfalfa the year it’s planted but he never does; the stem on the plant is very fine and extremely full of protein.  That protein is so strong it can cause an alfalfa eater to bloat and, well, die.

Therefore, Dad Never cuts alfalfa the first year of growth.

Now on the second year of growth, the plant has become an adult.  Therefore, the protein is distributed throughout the whole plant and not collected in just the stem.  Also, the leaves—the yummy, yummiest part, are full and round and hold a perfect amount of protein, minerals, and other good stuff for alfalfa eating animals.

I DO NOT EAT ALFLAFA!

Boo Berry does not eat alfalfa.  Just say’n.

Hooved animals eat alfalfa!

So anyway—back to my story!

Since this new alfalfa field was getting water again (one cutting had already been hauled away). Mom and Dad and Boo Berry were setting up the syphon tubes to start the water on the just finished being cut, baled, and hauled field when Dad stopped everything.

“I Know!  I KNOW!!! I’m the one who told you what Dad saw!”  Boo Berry yelled excitedly.  “It was a BEAR!!  Going into the corn field right by the house and right next to the gated pipe!!!

Right!!! I confirmed.

Like I said, I was out there, scouting around—

hummm, skunk here last night.  Squirted someone…oh, squirted the fox.  Silly fox!

Yep, that black cat was here again.

GRRRRR!

I kept on sniffing and learning things.

Suddenly, a squirrel dashed in front of me.  I was so startled I didn’t even give chase.  Besides, I was full.  Yummy canned cat food mom got me that I ate down without gagging.

I was looking this way, sniffing that way, when suddenly coming right toward me was a BEAR!!

Oh! My Heavens!  I’ve never really, ever seen one up close and personal.

It was big and super furry and had hooked claws and was BIG!

I stopped, stunned and scared.

The bear looked right at me.

Then the bear turned into one of the corn rows and disappeared.

I ran to the house as fast as I could and stayed next to the back porch and awning for the rest of the day and the next day.

I always sleep inside at night — I know I am safe inside.

 

 

 

 

And—-EVEN the, Thursday, September 12, 2024

Not only are the birds flocking together and moving through, (these are not the Swallows but another bird)

And the sky loudly proclaiming CHANGE

Even the snakes are restless….moving here and there, eating as much as possible, not shedding (the growing time is over), they are starting to gather to ‘den up’.

Here is a quote from good ole trusty Google: “Unlike many warm-blooded animals, snakes don’t actually hibernate in the winter. Instead, snakes go into a state known as brumation where snakes become less active and their metabolism slows down tremendously. Brumation is similar to hibernation in that snakes will sleep for long periods of time.”

They seem to be everywhere right now, heading to wherever they want to call home.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Third and Last Cutting of Hay — Tuesday, September 12, 2023

We made it!  Third cutting of hay—-3,000 plus bales counting first and second and third cutting.

(This is just one stack)

After first cutting Terry and I were exhausted and unbearably tired.  But we had no choice but to keep on keeping on.

We finally made it here.

Now to sell this and be done for the haying year 2023!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

A Day in the Life of an Ordinary Farmer —- Monday, September 12, 2022

We spent all day Thursday hauling dirt from the settling pond a mile from our farm.

Load the trailer, dump the trailer repeat.

We will use this dirt to fill in low spots on the fields, to fix a road that washed out, and to pack areas which  the wind has whipped bare (like over culverts)

Last load—8-5 we are tired and ready to stop.

Done for another year.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

Have You Been Wondering—Sunday, September 12, 2021

This is what we have been doing

It took some time

But we finished!

The third cutting of the third fields DONE!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

We Have Been Ever so Dry—-Thursday, September 12, 2019

The wind kicks up the dust something fierce

And a quick ride down the farm roads always leave a rush of dust behind

But, the last few days have brought us rain clouds

And the beauty of a bright wonderous rainbow

Glinting in the sky!

What wonderful joy to see…Rainbows in the sky.  (Although, right here on our farm, we didn’t get any rain—but’s that’s okay we did get see Rainbows anyway)!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

DONE!—-Wednesday, September 12, 2018

By 10:13 a.m. the air was dry, the ground was dry, and the bean pods dry.  So we began again.

Gradually the day wore on.  A cool morning warming into a very hot afternoon. Still, we worked on, stopping only for a very fast lunch.  Then back to the field we went.

The day flew by, the loads in the hopper emptied, the truck went here and there and back again.

Then there it was…the last long trip, up the very steep incline

Final destination—-The Beanery!

Since there was only one truck in front of us, Terry stayed to unload and bring the truck back home. Boomer and I came back, we didn’t need to stay and take Terry home—nor did we need to come back later and pick up the truck

We were done!  That word brings much contentment—as well as the action Itself does!

Done!

The 2018 pinto bean harvest is finished.  The feeling cannot be bought at any price in any market in the world!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

A Rainbow from Duluth–Sunday, September 12, 2015

Rainbow-from-MaryMary from Duluth, Minnesota (the tip of Lake Superior), saw this rainbow and thought of me.

I think I am one of the luckiest people alive to be sent such special gifts–rainbows from here, there and everywhere.  Thank you, Mary.

Now each of you can see this special present of love and hope!

Your friend on a Western Colorado farm,

Linda