Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
While Mom and Dad were out in the second hayfield
trying to beat the
rainstorm heading our way—
to let myself out of the house
LOKI showed up!
“Hey, Boomer! Let’s go do something!”
Oh, my goodness, I thought to myself, Loki-Ta-Moki—Mindy Cat better hide
“HIDE MINDY!” I bayed
As soon as I bayed Loki decided to go FIND Mindy….
Ears up, tail wagging…
paws in FAST MOTION…Loki took off right to Mindy’s favorite spot to hang out.
“Hey, Lok! Slow down. Let’s check for news and see what has been happening around here.”
I put my nose to the ground and started sniffing—
“Squirrel, Loki, Mom’s squirrel she has been feeding, came through.”
‘O! Lok—SKUNK!!! We’ve got to be careful. Either one of us gets sprayed it’s sleeping in the shed tonight.”
Loki just bounced around, running here there and everywhere.
“Just give me the good stuff, Boomer, something that runs fast and will get away from me. Ya know. I don’t want to catch anything…I just want to CHASE! Like RUN FAST!
Humm, I muttered –“Oh, Loki!–-FOX!”
“FOX!?” Loki stopped his prancing and dancing around. “WHERE? WHERE!” Tell me, Boomer…POINT THE WAY!”
“Huh, I think he headed to the Upper End, Loki.”
“UPPER END! SEE YA, BOOMER!”
Loki yelled as he sped around the junk pile
Geez, I wonder if I got that dog lost. Man, will the little kids be upset!
Oh, well…time for a nap.
Later that day…
just around evening I heard lots of chatter and the patter of feet.
Out the door, I went.
There was Kya, Black Dog, and LOKI!
Loki said he had a blast at the Upper End. He didn’t see the fox or anything really…he just ran and ran and ran.
I led the way to the Back Door,
Where we all milled around until Mom came out with treats for ALL OF US!!
Then Mom and I walked with my sister, all the dogs, and my little human niece, Tally, half-way back to the other side of the farm, where they were staying for the summer.
Just for fun, I put up two, game cameras
These two seem to be hanging out in our yard at night
With two there might be three
This little fox passes by the Butler Bins on a regular bases
Around the corner, he/she runs
That same corner shows another predator ‘come a visiting’
And into our yard, her/she comes
Even Oreo walks freely around the Butler Bins
And in our yard
Morning…they all vanish.
Making those who move about in the daylight….rather glad they don’t move about in the night.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
I HATE staying inside when the air is warm, the evenings nice and the weather just perfect for hunting and chasing and eating MICE!
So…if Mom picks me up and takes me inside, shows me a nice dish of cereal and milk; I turn up my nose and run as fast as I can to the back door.
There I meow LOUDLY until she lets me back outside.
I get lots of pets so I know I don’t want to make Mom and Dad mad, but staying inside when the weather is nice—-
Just does NOT work!
I have so much to do.
Mice to stalk
Mice to grab and kill
Mice to bring to Mom or Dad, while meowing loudly. (I want them to know I am doing a very good job)
Mice to eat. Yummy. (Mom said I can’t show you a photo of me eating mice. She said it wasn’t appropriate for the internet.)
Mice to herk back up and leave for the flies. (Or Mom if she sees it. Mom always goes and gets a shovel and buries the herk…silly Mom.)
Then, with a very full tummy, to climb on the chair and sleep or go out to the tractor shed and sleep on Dad’s 630 John Deere.
When Oreo is out and about….I ALWAYS meow to come in and SLEEP WITH MOM!!!
Mindy the Kit Kat of the family!
Well, it took some doing. First Freddy fox set up a Foxy Yell (go here to hear a fox yell) Then Freddy made a huge dash into the now empty of water canal. All this started the coyotes hollering (go here to hear the sound of coyotes hollering), which made Mindy claw her way onto my back.
The second I felt her claws latch onto my thigh then onto my back I took off running as fast as I could.
Now you must remember…I am NOT a young beagle anymore. I am actually an ancient beagle…just say’n.
Thus, being elderly I couldn’t run as fast as I would like and on top of me was a five-pound cat! Now this cat was NOT just sitting up there enjoying herself, she was digging her mouse-killing claws into my back as far in as she could dig. AND SHE WAS YELLING AT THE SAME TIME!
I tried to run and tell Mindy to hush up, but that was like pushing water upstream.
Finally, I fell down in a huge panting heap. I was totally exhausted… (older dogs have a tendency to gain weight, you do realize, don’t you?) So, Not only was I old, and exhausted my weight got to me. I thought I was having a heart attack I was so tuckered out.
Mindy screamed at me to get up, to keep running.
I just couldn’t go any further.
I was done.
I laid there on the soil panting and huffing when Freddy raced by covering me in dirt. He screeched to a stop, turned around, started walking back to Mindy and I. Mindy peeled out off my back and climbed straight up on some of Dad’s equipment I was resting by.
Just as Freddy got two feet from my face three coyotes arrived. Splitting up one went one way, the other went the other way and the third one just stood and stared at Freddy, Mindy and I.
Mindy screamed and scrambled way deep into the corn combine. I just laid there. The end had come. I was done for, there was no way I could run, besides there were three coyotes on three sides of me and a big combine behind me so…lets’ face it I was trapped.
It was over, I was pretty sure.
Suddenly Freddy started yelping his Foxy call; dashing toward one coyote; then the other.
“You just think you nasty creatures are going to get us—” Freddy taunted, swishing his big fluffy tail this way and that.
The main coyote growled, placed one paw in front of the other, slunk way down to his belly and started coming closer and closer.
When out of nowhere a nose-stinging, eye-burning green fog filled the air all around us—Freddy, Combine, ME and the three coyotes!
Everyone was rolling on the ground, digging at their eyes and noses whimpering. Freddy jumped up first, scampered through the three coyotes and was gone.
Then the three coyotes dashed into the deep darkness of the night yelping and hollering
I was so stunned with the green fug that I could not only not see, or smell anything I couldn’t even THINK what to do, or what had happened.
“Hi, Boomer!” Oreo greeted me. “Seems you were in a bit of mess, just a little second or so ago. I thought I might help you out.”
Oreo was laughing and chuckling almost rolling on the ground.
“OREO! You are a life-saver!” I put my paw on his tiny little paw and gave him a little paw hug.
“Yes, I think so.” Oreo modestly replied. “Well, off now, I have grubs and bugs to find to fill my tummy.”
I watched him walk off, turn around once he got out into the field and give me HIGH TAIL WAVE!
So, there you have it. Mindy crawled out the combine, not a whiff of green fug on her fur, the coyotes were gone. Freddy left. And we were not far from the house and our beds inside.
“Say”, Mindy told me as we walked toward the back door, “I like going on adventures with you, Boomer. Let’s do it again sometime.”
I gather up what strength I had left and I ran to the back door and bayed and bayed until Mom came; opened the door where we both dashed inside.
Which after a long scolding, a big bath…Mom gagging all over the place. I finally got to go to sleep.
Mom, Boomer and I went for a walkabout.
That means we walked to the cross over ditch. Mom won’t go much further because she thinks I will get lost on the farm. Then we walked down the long lane to the county road; then home, again, home, again, we trod.
Out by the grain bin, we saw a FOX! Boomer ran up to say “Hi!” but the fox ran off.
Fast! Faster than an old/ancient beagle can run. Of course, Mom was yelling at Boomer to “COME HERE! Boomer, come back”!
The fox could have run off because of Mom and her loud voice. Don’t ya think?
Then when we went for a walk down the long, long lane to the road, Mom made all of us turn around and RUN back toward the house as fast as possible.
Mom didn’t yell this time.
She just turned around and RAN!
After all that excitement, Mom picked me up, opened the back door, told Boomer to get in the house and that was it.
Mindy Kit-cat Brown
Off I went…over hill and dale. Hill and Dale, consists of going over the top of COYOTE Hill and down into the valley by COYOTE Hill.
I kept on keeping on then suddenly I ran into a rank nasty smell——–COYOTE POOP!
And it’s FRESH!
OH! MY! GOODNESS!
Coyotes are in the area!
I sat down to ponder what to do next. It seemed rather quickly that the sun sat and there I was in the dark!
On COYOTE HILL!
With FRESH COYOTE POOP just before my eyes and nose!
What am I going to do!?!?!
Dark came up and swallowed me while I sat there.
I couldn’t decide which way to go or which way to turn. If the coyote poop was fresh then that means coyotes are here, close by, like right NEXT to me.
While I was sitting there, still as a statue a coyote came trotting up and over the hill.
I about passed out.
Scooting myself under a brush I tried to make myself small, small, small.
The coyote moved on. Trotting over the little hill looking for food.
I was just crawled out from under my safety brush when the family of Raccoons came running by…fast.
As fast as raccoons can run!
One of the raccoons ran right smack dab into me bowling me over.
“Get up dog! Coyotes are coming…four of them. They are just about here!”
I scrabbled in terror and started running with the raccoons.
We ran and ran and ran finally reaching a place of safety.
We all hid again.
Then there the coyotes were; moving along in a zig-zap fashion sniffing the ground hunting for MICE!
Oh, thank you so much. Mice are hard to catch, very time consuming, and require lots of concentration.
The raccoons and I huddled together and waited. It wouldn’t do to move around now and draw attention to us…. we are all much bigger than mice and could fill tummies much easier and much fuller. Just say’n.
We sat there waiting and waiting and waiting.
The night grew darker. And darker.
There wasn’t a moon in the sky and the stars were hidden behind clouds.
“I’m going for help!” the littlest Raccoon announced in a whisper. “We need help!” with that statement he was gone.
The night wore on.
The coyotes kept right on hunting, moving here and there. Sometimes stopping to chew on a mouse. We could hear the crunch of little bones and the squelch of teeth…oh! My!
Then the little raccoon was back. And with him—-
YAY! I almost jumped up and out of my hidden spot
We all high-fived each other gave our weapon (Oreo) paws up with big smiles on our faces.
Our little hero walked off, with a purposeful stride, heading right toward the coyotes.
We saw the tail raise
BAM! The air around us, the coyotes and our little weapon, Oreo, turned the air into the most satisfying odor of all skuniness!!!!
We were saved!
The coyotes ran off howling!
We rolled out of our hiding places roaring with laughter!
It was a joyous and wonderful occasion.
Oreo and I trotted on. Well, he trotted on and I walked very, very, slowly so as to not leave Oreo in the dust.
Passing by one of the fences I screeched to a stop. One really can’t screech if one is barely walking, but I did do a sort of pause, then a backup, then I pointed.
Yes, I pointed. I forgot Oreo could care less about Beagle signals.
“RABBIT!” I whispered.
Oreo kept on coming, waddling a little bit faster when he saw me stop and point. Suddenly Oreo was spinning around pointing his back end in the same direction as I was doing the Beagle point….tail straight out back, back as straight as an arrow, nose pointed in the direction of interest, and right front paw picked up and curled under my chest, me standing as straight and still as possible.
“WAIT! Do not shoot!” Will the rabbit scrabble as fast as he could under the fence then turned around and peered through the hole between the boards of the fence, “I’m just a rabbit! I can’t harm either one of you.” Will squeaked extremely loud.
“RABBIT?” Oreo spun back around and gave me a dirty look. “RABBIT? Come, Boomer, a rabbit can’t hurt anyone, let alone you or me.”
“I didn’t say it was an enemy,” I replied puzzled at the scorn in Oreo’s face. “I just pointed so you could see Will, and I whispered rabbit.”
Oreo just flapped his tail in the dirt and gave me a vicious glare and waddled off toward and under a Rabbit Brush.
“Well, I guess that’s that.” I mused to myself. “I wonder if I will be able to find Momma deer by myself now.”
“I know where Momma deer is,” Will wiggled back under the fence and hopped over to see me.
“Gosh, Boomer. It’s been a long time since I saw you last. Why I think I was just about to leave my Mom the last time I saw you.”
“WILL! Now I remember! YOU HAVE GROWN!” Look at you all big and soft and fluffy! You know where Momma deer is living now? Cool! Let’s go find her!” I whapped my tail on the ground, raising little puffs of dirt.
It was just about that moment in time when the brush next to us started shuddering and shaking; Will and I froze in place. Only Will’s little nose was wiggling up and down in a very rapid way.
We were so frightened I don’t think either one of us could move, when out of the brush came KING!
King with his new set of antlers. King walked on a spell, then just before he got to us, he had to stop and give his back leg a good scratch with his teeth.
I was so relieved that I bayed out loud, “KING! KING! It’s so good to see you.”
King raised up his head in alarm and started to bound away.
“NO! Don’t go! It’s me King, Boomer! Stop!”
King stopped and stared at me. And at Will.
“Goodness, Boomer, you gave me a huge fright. I was afraid it was one of those new coyotes on the farm and I knew I couldn’t fight off with my little antlers.”
“It’s just me, King, and Will the rabbit. We are heading over to find Momma Deer. But you are here now so maybe you can take me to Momma Deer. It would be really good to see her again, also.”
The brush shuddered again and out stepped Momma deer…” You are looking for me, Boomer?” Momma deer said in her warm soft voice.
“YAY! You are here! Both of you! This is nice!” I bayed.
“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Momma Deer put her hoof on my nose.
“Ow! Your hooves are sharp,” I admonished Momma Deer.
“Sorry, but stopped being so loud, Boomer. We have new coyotes on the farm and they seem to be searching for new territory. We don’t want to draw them to us.” Momma deer put her face down close to mine.
“Be very, very quiet… these are dangerous times on the farm. There are coyotes everywhere.”
After ever so long.
I woke up.
No, Handsome the Pheasant.
No, Stewart the Squirrel.
No Stanley, Stewart’s brother.
Just me myself and I.
And it was dark.
Not even a moon in the sky.
ALTHOUGH, Mom would love it out here the stars were scattered hugely up there in the blue velvet of the sky.
I took myself down and got a drink of water, My that tastes good. Then stuck my nose into the air trying to get my bearings.
Oh, I know where I am. I also know how far away the house is and Mom and Dad. What I don’t know is who is out here with me and do I need to be concerned.
I had just started up the little incline heading back toward the four-wheeler road going around the bottom of the new alfalfa field when my nose picked up someone coming toward me.
Then my eyes picked up a big black furry animal with a white strip waddling here and there alongside the alfalfa field.
“OREO!” I hollered.
Oreo the skunk, stopped in alarm. Lifted his tail and flung his body in a circle, always pointing the tail in the direction he thought the danger was coming from.
“STOP! OREO! STOP! It’s me, Boomer!” I bayed at him while making sure I was in front of Oreo not in the back of Oreo.
“Boomer? Boomer, what are you doing up here?” Oreo lowered his tail and I trotted forward.
“Just checking things out, Oreo. Mom and Dad are not doing lots of farming anymore and I got bored. I miss seeing all my friends out here on the farm. Momma Deer and her fawns, Kit and his Mom, the bunnies, Ruth, the Owl, you know, all my friends.” I explained.
Oreo started walking, so I fell in beside him. “Well, I can take you over to where Momma Deer is staying this year. It’s not far from where we are now. As for Kit and the bunnies or Ruth. I’ve not run into any of them for a spell.”
“Although, I have crossed paths with some new coyotes to the farm.”
“COYOTES!” Shudder, shake. “Let’s stay away from them. New coyotes? New coyotes to the farm?” I sat down, bringing my back leg up to my chin I gave my jaw a good scratch. Sure, felt nice.
“Yeah. New to the neighborhood. Three of them. Two males and a female, or is it two females and a male, maybe it’s three females. I’m not sure. I just know they are new and looking to take over the farm as their own.
I saw one of the coyotes checking out a snack awhile back. I hid. I didn’t want to have to shoot one and have the other two attack me.”
Oreo waddled on totally unconcerned about coyotes.
“Well, if you want to see Momma Deer you had better come with me. She’s not far from us now.” Oreo turned his head over his shoulder and gave me a stare.
“Oh. Right On! I’m right there with you.”
We trotted on into the night. Oreo and I.
Mom and I took a walk in the moonlight…that beautiful wonderful silver moonlight!
Mom LOVES walking in the moonlight.
Mindy didn’t go, she was sleeping next to Dad when Mom and I got up and went outside around one in the morning.
It’s still warm here, but cooling down rapidly in the night. It’s quite cold by morning.
But one o’clock is not bad…work jacket cold.
So off we went…just Mom and I.
On our way past the cornfield, we ran into a buck…well, actually we scared him. He was sleeping at the edge of the field, near the irrigation ditch. Up he jumped! Mom’s camera caught him in the light of the moon and a little star next to the moon.
“Cool!” Mom exclaimed.
I just kept on sniffing around and down the road. Although, I do stay close to Mom anymore…elderly now you see.
Mom doesn’t make me stay close, I just want too.
We walked around the big cornfield then crossed down the ditch between the little corn field and the big corn field and ran into TWO bucks.
MOM was very careful to be very still so she could get a couple of photos of them.
I was very still also. That camera thing is really important to mom.
Of course, the deer scrambled away.
We started back home, just Mom and I, nothing much happening when Mom stopped took a photo and started RUNNING!
I ran with her, all big grins and floppy ears.
I wonder what made Mom run?
Oh, well, I will probably never know.
Still, the running was fun!