The Adventures of Boo Berry Betty and TLC Cai-Cai on Friday—-MY TURN!!! TLC , Friday, September 26, 2025 Chapter Five

Well —- here we go!

There are many, many things to tell you about on the farm.

The wild critters that live on the farm with us, you know, porky-pines,

badgers (those are some meannnnnnnnnnnnn, mean creatures),

foxes, birds of all nature and sorts, plus coyotes!

Mom and I are very leery about coyotes.

That sweet, silly, doesn’t have a brain cell in her head dog, assures me she has SMELLED them out of the farm when she is with Mom and Dad.  She informs me they smell DANGEROUS!

She is so right!

Mom says coyotes creep her out—their howls are lonesome, yippy, and kinda on the scary side.  Most of the time we hear them at night or early morning.  But once in a while, one will trot through in the daylight.

Let me tell you, when that happens, I am the fastest cat in the whole wide world!  I’ve been known to run so fast I’m just a blur heading toward the house.

BLUR!!!  Let me tell you.

Now if you’ve never heard a coyote listen to this …….yep.  Scary, right?

The other scary creature that lives with us is birds!  Nope, not those sweet, little sing-song things, or those big black carrion eaters, the crows, or the hawks.  Nope!  Not any of those birds.

Hawks and crows hang around the yard in the daytime.  They are pretty careful about staying high in the trees, sometimes sitting on a fence post in the corral, or on the roof of the buildings, but never really heading into the yard where Mom or Dad are usually working.

I’m talking about OWLS!!!

OWLS are more than frightening; they are even beyond scary.

They are terrifying, petrifying, horrifying, blood-curdling, over the top unnerving!

Because, you see, owls are like coyotes — they like to eat CATS!!!

And small, clueless, one brain-cell tiny dogs.

I’m a cat!

Yes, I am!  Mom says I am one bootiful boy!  Handsome! Down-right gorgeous.

Owls never let you know they are stalking you.  You can think you know where the owl is: sitting up on the dead branch of the willow tree, hooting, or on top of the power pole, talking to his/her mate sitting in the Cottonwood tree.

You MIGHT think owls are easy to keep an eye on, but you are wrong! Wrong! WRONG!

Owls are swift, silent, and deadly.

And owls ONLY come out at night—twilight to early morning light.  That’s the “Time of the Owl”.

I lost a good friend to an owl.  She was following her hooman in from getting the mail late one night when an owl swooped down right by her hooman Dad, picked her up in those giant talons and flew silently away.  Up, up into the sky somewhere.

Her hooman dad said the owl was so silent and quick, he didn’t even have a chance to save my kitty friend.

Don’t ever get me started on the stories about small dogs being airlifted up into the sky and taken to be owl lunch.  I’m sure you have ALL heard about tiny dogs, big birds, and snacks.  Of which, said dogs, always seem to be.

So—now you know about owls!

Yep, they are scary, scary, scary!

 

 

The Rhythm of Fall —- Thursday, September 26, 2024

The Shadows grow Longer, and a little quicker than in the Summer.

Fall Shadows 🙂 A repeat in reverse of Spring!

Shadows—the rhythm and song of the sun to the earth.

Shadows—a power of ‘real’

Shadows—a spiritual contact with those things around us!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Sometimes I Think About Growing Old, Tuesday, September 26, 2023

Sometimes I think of growing old.  Usually, it is when my body is having a ‘moment’ of falling apart.  Otherwise, I really never think of my age (74)

I genuinely wake up each day filled with enthusiasm for the day and for the abundant chores, which are always part of each and every moment

Being older now, has a new kind of silence in it—the noisy chatter of the 20s is gone,

The intense drive of the thirties only an echo

The struggles of the 40s and 50s are lulled into peace and quiet

The effort to find balance in the 60s is over.

Now, the seventies are comfortable, and the easy feel of familiar places within oneself has manifested —  it is a rarer type of silence

True peace about who oneself is and where one has been, and a unique sense of adventure looming—

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

 

It Isn’t All Work From the Grey of Dawn to the Grey of Sunset — Sunday, September 26, 2021

Bright and early

Just as the light started to grey in the eastern sky

We headed out with the 730 to join the Fly Wheelers Tractor Club

On their annual fall Tractor Drive.

It was a hoot!

There were tractors from Paonia, Clifton, Montrose, Delta and Cedaredge there

Most of us wimm’n folk got to ride in the hay wagon.  Ann had her own tractor so she drove 🙂

What an enjoyable

Fun (and unusual) thing to do.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Nothing Stops for Very Long — Thursday, September 26, 2019

(From Pinterest)

It was in this month I lost my maternal Grandfather, years and years ago… September 23, 1974, to be exact

Then my father died on September 24, 1999

Odd how these two giants in my life (and in my Mother’s life) passed away in September.

For some reason, maybe this fact, of the two deaths, of men who shaped me, September is a tad bit of a sad month.

I’ve been missing those who have gone before.  All of them. There seems to be so many, taking their peaceful loving selves to other places unknown.

I miss my best friend, the sister of my heart, we were babies in blankets together.  Friends until she also left for places beyond the veil.

Sometimes, like right now, I wonder.

It feels like I can still hear these souls I’ve loved. I feel them touch me, I hear their voices in the wind, their song singing loudly in the stunningly bright skies.

Watch them walk past me; the leaves catching their silhouettes

Loving me still; as I love them.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

The Loss of Vital Moisture—Wednesday, September 26, 2018

Back to our little trip with good friends, Larry and Glenda, on Saturday.

Although, we have known, have driven around and seen all the horrendous loss to the lakes in Gunnison and Ridgway, and on Grand Mesa

Riding in the backcountry, brought the tremendous loss right up front.

 The need for snow and rain is huge

Since Larry and Glenda live on Grand Mesa year-round, I asked if there are any signs that the snowpack will be abundant this coming winter.

They both explained that if the Fireweed is correct….(the old-timers say when the Fireweed is abundant it means there will be lots and lots of snow come winter)—Grand Mesa should have lots of snow.

Click on the blue link to see information about the Fireweed.

They continued on explaining that this year, on the Grand Mesa, the wildflowers were rich and abundant and very plentiful.  Especially the Fireweed.

Click on the blue link to see photos of Fireweed.

Excellent news, don’t you think?

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Fall’s Cooling Touch—-Monday, September 26, 2016

corn-field-rainbow

The summer air has been cooled; then cooled again, from rain storms, which either move gently over us, or violent with thrashing winds and wicked electric storms.

owl-creek-pass-1Saturday we went with jeeping friends on a leisure ride, to Silverjack Reservoir and over Owl Creek Pass.

owl-creek-pass-021The magic light of the forest mingling, with the rain, did not diminish the colors

forrestThe aspens, scrub oak and dark green of the pines glowed, lighting up the drizzly day

silver-jackSilverjack Reservoir area was just beautiful

walking-on-goldOur pathway lined with gold

snow-on-owl-creekWe met the purity of snow, on the top of Owl Creek Pass

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Then down we went to the other side.  The brilliant colors a joy to our eyes

owl-creek-pass-near-ridgwayThe last bit of wonder, before we turned toward home.

From my world to your heart!

Linda