Came
and Came
and Came
And then came some more.
Your friend on a western Colordo farm,
Linda
And Then the RAINS Came — Monday, September 13, 2025
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The Adventures of Boo Berry Betty and TLC Cai-Cai on 2024 Friday—The Huge, GIANT Rain Event, Friday, September 13, 2024
Chapter Four —– A Couple of Hens
Boo Berry and I played hide and Get Boo Berry for a long time. Gradually, Mom got done with whatever it was that Mom was doing and started walking back to the farmyard and (I suppose) onto the farmhouse.
Boo Berry got all nervous, gave me a long look, then bounded after Mom.
That left me to walk in by myself.
Oh! Well, it wouldn’t be the first time.
As I was walking in I ran into the two hens, they were right by the grain bins clucking and scratching in the weeds.
“Hey, CAT!!” the White hen yelled at me. “STOP! I need to tell you something! Something very important.”
I stopped, of course. I had nothing better to do.
“Okay—I’m listening.” I replied.
Cluck, Cluck, cluck….”Just a minute…..there is a cricket!!!”
POUNCE! missed, well, kinda sorta missed, got one back leg. POUNCE!! “Bull’s EYE!” The other hen yelled, “Right in the back of the cricket!”
Gobble, gobble, yum, yum.
“Hey I want a cricket, is there another one, let’s look and see!” the second hen clucked.
“Okay, okay,” scratch, scratch.
“You two are annoying!!! I growled. You stop me for something and then just as you start to tell me you lose your train of thought! I’m going. This is a big waste—–”
“NO! WAIT!!! I have to tell you that something big is going to happen and it’s going to happen SOON!!!” Skitter put her claw on my paw and looked me right in the eye. Well, she did have to turn her head to one side to look me right in the eye. But….anyhoo I stopped.
“Silver and I woke up this morning just knowing that something big is going to happen on the farm and it’s going to happen real soon.” She took her claw off my paw and sorta walked around me.
“I don’t know what it is but we both feel it—like maybe we better get all our eggs in the nest early. And maybe we better not go out of the farm yard too far…because, gosh, we don’t know, but we do know. It’s just a feeling in the feathers. Something big is coming.”
At just that moment the other hen scared up a whole slew of big giant flying grasshoppers!!!
I jumped up into the air to see if I could catch one or two. The hens were scrambling madly pecking and attacking the only way a chicken can.
BUGS! The best kind! Skitter yelled with her mouth full…YUMMY BUGS!!!
Sunday, a Day of Fun with Friends—-Wednesday, September 13, 2023
A few friends met us for a two-hour drive to Marble, Colorado. (Yes we went again)
Go fast cars
Traveling through one of the last coal mines in our part of the world.
(Food from last Sunday—I forgot to get a photo this Sunday 🙂 )
Onto yummy food and friendship, and a
Visit to the Marble Museum.
A heart-happy time,
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Our Astounding, Miraculous, Inspiring Moon, Tuesday, September 13, 2022
That beautiful moon!
So incredible
sending to earth scintillating sheets
of silver brilliance!
How lucky we are, you and I.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
A Storybook Ride—Monday, September 13, 2021
Friday night, five classic cars lined up by the scoreboard
Then they were off—the first set of Senior attendants
The second set of Seniors
The Junior Class of attendants
Followed by the Sophomores
And the Freshmen.
The beginning of an exciting Senior Year for the class of 2022!
Delta High School’s 2021 Homecoming.
I just love all those huge smiles, don’t you?
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Update—Sunday, September 13, 2020
The rains have left giving us lovely late Summer days
The corn is drying down
Ever so nicely in the peaceful warmth of September sunshine
But the thing that is more than delightful
Boomer actually asked to go with me on the four-wheeler, something he hasn’t done in two or more weeks.
The earth is full of Late Summer/Early Autumn flowers
And my little Boomer has a smile on his face again
Giving me great joy!
Thank you ever so much for caring about my little beagle.
You are all true friends,
From my heart to your world,
Linda
The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— The Things I Do, by Mindy the Cat—Friday, September 13, 2019
Hello! It’s Me, Mindy-Lou, Min-Min, Kit-Cat Brown. Boomer is taking a rest today so; I get to talk!
My days are Full! Full! FULL!
Often times throughout the day I go out to the haystack yard and check to see if there are any mice out there I can catch and eat!
(Eating is the best part of catching, don’t ya, know!)
Then I prowl around in Mom’s gardens…
sometimes I chase birds, that ALWAYS get me scolded.
I like to work with Dad in his shops—so, of course,
I have to walk out to the shops to see if Dad is out there.
Lately, it has been getting COLD at night. Usually, Mom invites me in, but during the warm times I like to stay out all night, then come inside and sleep most of the morning.
If I can’t get Mom to let me in the dark of the night,
(when I am good and ready—not when Mom asks me to come in), I have to walk around to the room we sleep in and YOWL REALLY LOUD!
I do that until Mom comes outside and hollers for me. Then I run as fast as my kitty legs can take me into the house.
Last night Mom and I went for a long walk to see the moon. Boomer didn’t want to go, he just looked at Mom, closed his eyes and slept in the house while we were gone.
Mom and I had a MARVELOUS time!
It was just perfect MOM and I!
Mindy the Cat
Sometimes I See My Momma—Thursday, September 13, 2018
Sometimes (lately) I see my Momma. It always comes as shock.
At a time when I least expect to see her.
Sometimes it’s just her voice I hear, but it’s loud and clear…like the time I was getting ready to open one of the shed doors and she said, very strongly, like she was standing right next to me: “Linda, Be aware! Pay Attention”!
It was so strong, so loud, so real, I even answered her—“Of what, Momma?”
As I turned toward her voice—of course, she wasn’t there.
Momma died in 2000.
Or I’m washing my face, or my hair and I look up into the mirror over the bathroom sink and I see Momma…right there her smiling face covering my face, then it fades.
It always startles me. Then I think, it must be that I am looking more and more like Momma.
Or I’m doing something, peeling potatoes, washing up the dishes, scrubbing the floors on my hands and knees as my arm and hand move back and forth I suddenly see Momma’s hand(s) as she did those things I am now doing.
It’s rather shocking because my hands have dented and bent knuckles…one caused by a hit from a basketball when I was in high school…Momma’s hand never had knuckles like mine.
Another time I was walking out to the hen house and I could have sworn I saw Momma coming down the long, long lane toward me. I almost ran toward her, then the strange apparition was gone.
Faded away. As if it had never been.
I can’t explain these visions or feelings, or things heard; they are like wind blowing through the treetops, the changing lights in the smiling sky…but last night as I lay down to sleep, I felt Momma kiss my forehead just like she used to do when I was a small child.
Thank you, Momma, I love you too!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Corn is Made—Wednesday, September 13, 2017
After much checking and checking and more checking Terry has decided that the corn is now made
All the signs are there
The husks are turning golden
The silks no longer bright and shiny
When the animals try to bite into them the kernels are hard
We made it!
The growing season is done.
Although, we are NOT over yet….
The pinto beans are drying…big fluffy plants
The new fall field is soaking up the water..
The alfalfa is really growing, but it won’t be cut again. Four cuttings deplete the plant going into winter. (For us anyway)
Slowly, slowly, the summer is dwindling down…sinking into that hugely busy time called harvest!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Our Farm is a Peaceful Place—-Tuesday, September 13, 2016
But is also is a very busy place. I am late posting today because of so many calls upon my time.
We stir early, early. The day is not even waking, when we stir to life and the farm is whirred into action like a freshly wound clock; the cogs and wheels shifting and spinning until the night rises to meet the day. Then it starts all over again just like magic the next day.
We are working on the mud ditch. What a huge messy job. Terry got the a few of the dams out, I helped with the gated pipe—but we still have to pick up all the syphon tubes. Maybe later this afternoon.
We had several little rain storms move through our place last night. We were out cutting firewood—still several more days to go—when the downpours occurred. Not good for the pulled beans, but it is what it is. We just move on forward.
The little swallows have gone. My heart feels sad…it means summer is officially over. I love their pursuit of insects diving and swooping on slender outspread wings. 
Still the days are warm, but
I saw a sundog while we were cutting firewood… a cool down is on its way. The oldtimers say in three days.
Your friend on a western Colorado Farm,
Linda
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