A Walk in Tranquility—Thursday, October 12, 2017

The storms have left (for a spell, anyway).

The mornings now wake to bright October sun, frost laying heavy in the indigo-blue of the shadows and as thick sparkling shards of light everywhere else.

This is all good for the drying stems of corn,

And the bright yellow/gold ears hanging down toward the ground (harvest will start sometime in November or December for our corn–fingers crossed!)

The corn fields are still visited regularly

Providing food and shelter in the rustling leaves

The night world is busy…ever so busy

The wild creatures fill the space between dark and light

 Always on the search for food

Boomie and I and Mindy-cat walk along ever so silently — along the farm roads by the drying corn.  Listening to the music of the rustling of the rustling corn leaves and watching for

Those creatures who live on this bountiful and blessed farm!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

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The Adventures of Sherlock Boomer—The Mystery of Nothing, Chapter 5

“There’s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.”—Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes”

Chapter Five

The next day was just one of your ordinary days…. After the early morning water changing, Mom did something in the house all morning…I tried to stay in there with her, but it was BORING so I headed outside.

Dad was outside doing Dad stuff.  I don’t do Dad stuff…it’s worse than boring.

The cats were just lying there sleeping on the relaxing furniture—-hummm.  That looked pretty okay.

So I laid down with them.

Okay.

That was the morning!

Then the afternoon we all went to check the water again, afterwards Mom did stuff in the yard.

I tried to do stuff in the yard with her, but it was lots of walking back and forth and to and fro and whew!  Mindy tried to help also, but soon it was just too much for both of us.

I didn’t even think of doing anything with Dad.

I took another nap.  Seems to work the best for working.  J

 

After supper we made a quick run to check on the water, start any tubes which had stopped, and add two or so to the rows the water wasn’t getting to the end.

Then back home.

I was just settling down to wait patiently by the kitchen door when Mom and Dad came out…MOM HAD HER PURSE!!

That means TREATS FOR EVERYONE!  We all get a little treat, because Mom is going somewhere!

A huge pet for each of us…a stern command to watch the place and they were gone!

I chewed down my treat, watched them drive out the yard…

My ears picked up!  I hear something.

Something very interesting and exciting.

My ears went into full alert…Mom did say I was to take care of the place!

Picking up my paws I headed to the back of the farm yard…to the corn field attaching to the farm yard…

Momma Fox and

Kit were there waiting for me to appear!

I put my legs into to full gear.  Not only was Kit and his Mom waiting for me I could detect that one of the raccoons had just hit the dirt on the farm road…

I barreled around the corner ready to leap onto Kit when I almost, but not quite ran into >>>>>>> YIKES!

A SKUNK!

I put skids on my paws and screeched to stop right at the Butler Bins—-just in the nick of time.  The skunk waddled on across the road and right into the corn field.

I let him go…no sense in trying to explain to Mom I was just doing what she asked and protecting the place!  I have a very strong feeling Mom takes a VERY dim view on cool smelly things.

Although, I must admit, I am NOT fond of SKUNK smell.

While I was sitting there thanking my lucky stars Kit ran up, pounced on me…we had a huge tumbling wrestling match.

Then we stopped, smiled at each other, gave Momma Fox a glance and took off down the double lined farm road heading toward the new cement ditch!

LIFE IS GOOD!

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—-I Get a Treat

 

 

 

 

Tiny-Footprint-2I head out every morning to see whom and what has been walking on the farm.

Tiny-footprint-1

I know, I know…I could be outside GUARDING the farm, but Mom likes to have me sleeping inside.  She says I need to be guarding the inside of the house, so everything can sleep safe.

The-Reporter1

Anyway, there is always lots to know about once I get out the door.

I know, I know, I could go out the door much earlier than I do, but Mom likes me to have breakfast first.  Besides she says 5:30 is early enough to go check out the morning news.

Sam-the-Protector-3

Now Sam-Sam, he has a hard time sleeping all through the night.  Many times I’ve been woken up by Mom and Sammy.  Sammy yowls when he wants to go outside…that wakes up the dead, Mom always says…Sammy’s yowling.

Sam-the-Protector-2

Mom says Sammy is our guard cat, although she really doesn’t like Sammy to go outside at night (Sammy will be 17 this year), but Sammy never listens to her and demands his way ALWAYS!

SKUNK!

So let’s see…oh, this makes sense everyone in the house smelled skunk around 4 or so in the morning.

Busy-Sam

Sam was out by the canal…I know, I can tell by the smell of his footprints.

Busy

There was lots more smells, but I won’t bore you with them.

Boomer-andI

After lunch Mom and I had work to do.  Mom drives and I ride.

Then later on in the day Mom asked if I wanted a treat—you bet I did.

She put me in the truck and off we went!

Car-Wash-1

TO THE CAR WASH!  I LOVE going to the car wash!  I love every minute the whole thing is happening.

That was a cool treat!  I thought I was going to get a dog cookie, but instead I GOT TO GO TO THE CAR WASH!

A smiling, tag wagging,

Boomer

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 Boomer on Friday—Hank Came

Hank came to visit!

Hank Puff Cake McCormick.  Well, his whole family came to visit, but I was much more interested in Hank.  Hank and I do lots of things together, he even sleeps on the back porch with me.  Hank sleeps where Fuzzy slept and I sleep where I always sleep.

The first night here Hank kept going outside and doing naughty things. The first time Hank went out and barked at the cows…Mom got up and scolded Him and made him come back to bed.

Cat

Then around mid-night Mom smelled a skunk…getting up and checking on us she saw that Hank was NOT on his side of the porch… “HANK! You get in HERE!”  She hollered.

Pole

Thankfully Hank has just gone out and was still standing on the back step when Mom called him.  Back in he came, which was a good thing, because there really was a skunk out by the trash cans.  (Hank is not known to ovoid skunks…just saying. I do—I got sprayed once.  Once was enough, I make SURE to ovoid them at all costs now.)

Huimm

The third time Hank barreled out the back door Mom was right behind him. Mom was up putting wood in the woodstove so Hank didn’t get too far out the door again.  This time Mom locked the door.  Just as she locked the door she saw the Fox move through the yard.

F!

“Oh, Hank!  What are we going to do with you?  Stay IN!”  There is too much trouble out there, for you to get into, and then have to travel all the way back to Craig.”

Hank looked at a very mad Mom, hung his head and settled in to sleep the good sleep.

The next two nights Hank was decent and didn’t barrel out the backdoor every two or three hours.  Which is a good thing, because Mom was getting very tired of his barking all night stuff.

MIDDLE DETECTION

Still we had lots of fun in the daytime, but the most fun was when Mr. Davis and his three cow dogs came through the yard to check on the cows.  Twice a day they drive through…morning and evening.  Twice a day Hank and I barked them down the lane and hollered at the three cow dogs in the back of the pick-up.

Suddenly it was time for Hank to leave.  The family packed up the van and loaded up Hank and drove down the road…sigh.

OH! Well!  He will be back, until then I’ll bark Mr. Davis and his three cow dogs down the lane and through the farm yard!

Yes I will!

Boomer

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Full Moon on Friday the 13th

lHey, FUZZY!!!  Wake-up, Fuzzy!  Today is Friday the 13th!  Not only is it Friday the 13th we have a FULL MOON— TONIGHT!!!

YIPPEE!!!

We won’t be alive the next time this comes along, in fact Mom and Dad won’t be alive…it won’t happen again until Friday,

August 13th 2049!

How very cool is this!!

Hummmmmmmmmm, snort, skurkle….wha, what, Boomer?

Full Moon, Fuzzy!  AND IT’S FRIDAY THE 13th!

Last year we had three Fridays the 13th’s but this year there is only ONE and there is a Full Moon with it!

Hey, that is pretty neat!  What do you think we should do tonight, Boomer?

Lots of people are really suspicious over dates like this, but I don’t see any reason to be nervous, Fuzzy.   Heck, what bad thing can happen?…the sky is full of bright silver light, we will get to go with a walk with Mom in the moonlight and it’s really warm so we won’t be bothered by the cold at all.

Okay, Boom…let’s get to going:

  1.  First let’s holler over to Hank and let him know it what today is.

Okay…
Bark, Bark, HOWWWLLLLLLL! HEY! HANK!!! GUESS WHAT TONIGHT IS?

WOOF! WOOF!

Bark, Yip, yap….repeat and repeat again and again and again.

Oh, this is good, Pepper is on the line…HEY, PEPPER…You Know what tonight is…..?

Oh!  BOOTS is joining in…Welcome, Boots…guess what tonight is?

Hey, this is really cool everybody in the neighborhood is talking on the dog telephone!

  1. Let’s tell the Coyotes….Every dog in the neighborhood…yipping and yelling!

“You soft as marshmallow house dogs…what do you think you are doing bother us real DOGS?  You are just pretend dogs.  Snarl, growl,

Whooooooooooooooooooooooo!”

  1. OOPS….MOM JUST CAME OUT and MADE US COME INTO THE HOUSE!

Shhhhhhhhhhh, she said

  1.  Pant, pant, puff, pant….sit by Mom’s bed and act like your are suffocating Fuzzy, so we can get back outside…after all TIME IS A WASTING!“Oh, alright…go on back out.  But be quiet!!!”  Mom warned as she let us out the back door.
  1.  RACCOON, FUZZY!  LET’S GO GET HIM!!!

AWHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

BAM!!!! OW!!!!  Boomer!  I tripped and fell and bloodied my nose.

Darn thing, just won’t stop bleeding!

  1. YIKES!   SKUNK ——————– BOOMER!!!  Slow down, boy!  There is a skunk by the grain bin!
  1. Hey, dogs….chitter, chatter,  squeak…you can’t catch me

GET HIM BOOM!!!!  Get the raccoon!!

  1. Come on Fuzzy…he’s heading to the old tree by the canal
  2. Put y’er brakes on Boom…he’s gone.  We’ll never get him up the tree.

Okay, Fuzzy.  Let’s see if there is anything else out here.  We haven’t been this far up the ditch bank for several days…..sniff, sniff, snuff…do you smell anything, Fuzzy?

Nope, not very good, my nose is stuffed up.  But I do think I can smell those two cats from the neighbor way over the way.  They passed here about an hour ago.

10. Boy, the moonlight is sure bright.  Hummmmmmmmmmmm  oh, yes…ahhhhh…ooooooooo, this is really nice.  Come on, Fuzzy…you are going to like this.

11.Ah…no…I don’t think so, Boomer.  That’s just something I really don’t like.

12. Ummmm.  Listen….Mom is out…she’s calling us to go for her mid-night walk.  Well, I guess, tonight it more like her two in the morning walk…  Listen, Boom…we gotta go!

Okay, Fuzzy….just a dollop more.  Mom, is going to love me!  Just wait until she smells this great perfume….roll, wiggle, squiggle, squirm…yes!  I’m ready to go, Fuzzy.

Come on then, Mom is heading our way…we’ will intercept her at the bend in the road.

13. “YUCK!  Boomer!  What in the world did you roll in?”  Mom GAGGED!  (Actually, Mom almost puked)… “Boomer! UGH!”

But it is really nice, Mom.  Really, just take a good whiff…see you do like it.

MOM!!! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?

She went back into the house, Boomer.  I’ll bet you get to have a bath in the morning.

WHAT!  And lose my great perfume?

Darn, I guess a full moon on Friday the 13th does bring some sort’a bad luck.

Perfume

Pout, pout…I really wanted to wear my perfume for a long, long time.

Boomer

 

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Cats

Hummmm-3

Fuzzy and

HUMMMMMM-9

I have been busy gathering the smells from around Mom’s old wood, woodpile.

Feral-3

Sam-Sammy-Sam has been also.  Actually he has be stalking the old woodpile area; pacing here and there with that ‘I’m going to find you’ look in his eye.

Outside-not-by-will

Monkey (a nine-year-old, almost ALWAYS a house cat) was hanging out with us, as we were helping Mom sort the woodpile—Monkey got extremely nervous and hid –just waiting for Mom to head to house so she could beat Mom there and peel inside quickly.

Hen-tThe Little Buff Hen, who does NOT spend the night in the chicken house anymore, (because Mom only has ONE chicken and the chicken house is too lonely for a 6-year-old hen) acted like there was really nothing to worry about.

She said she was hanging out with Mom so she will always be safe.  (You are safe, Little Hen, because Fuzzy and I are with you!)

Cluck, cluck, purr, yummy, lots of good bugs under the old wood, she cooed.

Since Fuzzy and I have been hanging out here lots; day and night, Mom got to wondering why, so she moved the night camera to find out—

Fearl-7

“Oh”, said Mom.  “I see we have more cats.”

Fearl-9

“Two more cats.  They must be wild/feral as I have never seen them in the daytime.” She mused.

“No wonder you have that look in your eye, Sammy-Sam.  You need to be careful, Kitty, you aren’t a young cat anymore, you turned 13 this January.”

Harrumph! Sam growled as he turned tail and stalked over to the ditch bank.  I can still hold my own!  Hummm…

The-cat-who-loves-grass

this grass is rather nice, I think I’ll just roll around here for a spell and scratch my back…those other cats only come at night, right now isn’t night.  Besides, I usually spend most of my nights in the house next to fireplace…she doesn’t need to be such a worrywart.

Fox-Feral-1

“Ahhh, I see the fox is a regular little guest here.  Good thing you are well protected at night little Buff Hen,” Mom said as she bent down a petted the little buff hen.

“You boys keep a sharp look out for the fox; they travel around day or night.  Which, reminds me,” pondered Mom “I’m surprised we even have feral cats with the fox and the coyotes around.”

Fluffy-Feral

“UGH!  Now this is one nasty cat, an ‘ol polecat, you need to stay far, far away from this cat all of you!  That means you also, Little Buff Hen!”

You don’t have to worry about that Mom…Fuzzy and I just watch that skunk move through the yard, that’s one cat we do not want to tangle with ever again!

I agree, yelled Fuzzy as he tried to whap his tiny little bobbed tail in the air.

Writing

“Well, it’s starting to get evening and I’m getting tired.  Let’s head back to the house and see what I can come up with for supper!  Come on, Little Buff Hen.  It’s your bedtime.”

Cats…I guess Mom knows now, Fuzzy…we have lots of cats!

Just as long as they don’t get near the house, Boomer, we don’t have to do anything about them!

That’s good, Fuzzy, real good!

Oh, look…Yummy canned dog food!

You are right, Boomer…I hate that dry as cardboard crunchy kibble stuff.  I’m glad Mom has moved over to this nicer to chew (swallow, slurp, gulp) food!

Night Everyone!

Boomer

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — A Little Bit

This is about a little bit

Pink-Clouds

A Little bit of THIS

A Little bit of THAT

Wing

Tee Hee!

We have a new bird on the farm.  There isn’t much to say about him except he is really loud…talks all the time and does this drumming thing.  He is Dad’s turkey…he hangs out wherever Dad is…in the shop, in the other shop…out by the grain bins.  Fuzzy and I don’t care ‘cause WE HANG WITH MOM!

Shannon just came over and took Tom back…she has to take her turkey back as she really misses him.  Well, that works … Tom told us he really misses home!

Hi-Houston

The dog cousins come over for a walk every day.  We LOVE IT!

Last-one-in

Fuzzy’s favorite thing to do is ….

Water's-here-Mom

Hang on now…

Waiting-for-the-water...wha

it’s coming…

WAIT-FOR-ME

THE WATER!!!!

COme-Play-Mom

I try it with him every once in a while,

Paly-with-me-Fuzzy

I guess its sorta fun…

SplashI guess.

We have lots more fun taking care of the yard…

COON

At night

SKUNK

Can you can see why!

Although, I HAVE been sprayed by a skunk and so has Fuzzy  we say far away and just bark at where the skunk is so Mom and Dad have to come out and see what is up.

Cat-and-Plants

We all helped Mom work in the yard…Sam the cat hogged the Catmint, but guess what?  Fuzzy and I DID NOT CARE!

HEE HEE

The cat can have all the catmint he wants! 🙂

Fence

So not much really happening, but Fuzzy and I like it just fine!!

Boomer

 

 

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —Night Visitors

I moved us outside…that stay’n in the house was start’n to wear on me.  Boom, now, he says he could stay in the house always.  But, Mom and Dad, and even I were getting right tired of Boomer sitting around panting.  So out we went.  Two days and two nights now, but Mom says we will have to move back in tonight as another winter storm is coming in today…it’s supposed to start raining this afternoon and then change over to snow.

Phewy!

But I suppose I should be grateful for the house. And Mom who insists we stay inside when it’s nasty outside.

Now if it’s raining AND THUNDERING I would MUCH PREFER being inside and right ON MOM, if she would let me!

Shudder, shudder, shake, and shudder!

But…onto night-time living.

Freddy-Fox-3

Freddy Fox comes by;

Dog-Fox-Hummhe is pretty regular…

Freddy-Fox-1always around

Freddy-Fox-2early in the morning.

Female

The two Raccoons come in the yard…not all the time, but they do come.  We can smell them coming so Boomer and I take off running as fast as we can to halllllllllllllllllllllllo at them.

Rikki-The-RaccoonOur running down the corral line always makes them hop up on the top of corral and scamper off back to the fields.

Sam-at-night

Sammy-Sam the cat hangs out with us until mid-night….he like to makes sure there are no stray cats on the property.  Then he gets tired and heads in for the night.  That cat sure seems to sleep a lot!  Then he comes back out around 4:00 in the morning, since there is usually something going on just before dawn.

Cat-on-the-search

Between us dogs and Sam we hardly ever have any stray cats, but we do get them.

Skunk-1

We had this visitor….Dad helped him go to the Big Skunk heaven in the sky somewhere.

Skunk-2

Can you imagine what SKUNK HEAVEN must smell like…………….phew.

Boomer-Nose

We like to patrol the property

Nose(just the outbuildings and the house and yards) day and night.

Sameeee

In the daytime we get to chase squirrels.  We have a couple of ground squirrels and boy, are they ever fun.

Hidden-Hens

There is always something happening…the chickens, other birds,  Dovesand we get to see

Going-byDad heading out to do work.  (We don’t go with Dad, just Mom.)

Yes, Sir!  That’s our job and I’m proud of it!

Fuzzy-searchin

Fuzzy ….oh, yes…and Boomer

 

More on the Nature of Things

I’m having internet problems…hopefully they can be fixed by Tuesday.  That’s the date to have it fixed anyway.  I can randomly blog, but I can’t send emails.  It’s driving me crazy. 

Anyway, I lost a chicken last night to a nasty skunk!!!!  I heard the chickens hollaring around three o’clock in the morning…off I ran to the hen house, filpped on the red light and there the nasty thing was ———–Right in the process of chomping down on one of my hens!

Made me so mad I threw a stick at him.  (I didn’t want sprayed) Then I ran in and got Terry and he came with the gun.  By that time I was back out in the hen house, the other hens flew outside or into the run.  Quick count told me I was missing one.  Which meant the nasty bugger got one hen already.

How he got it would have to be dealt with in the morning, in the meantime the problem was to get the darn thing OUT of the hen house. 

We could have shot it in there, but then the skunk spray would distroy the hen house and I didn’t want to have to rebuild a hen house.

So long story short…the skunk got away! 

I only lost one chicken, I have a damaged hen, but I think she is going to recover, and I’ve set a trap for the skunk.  He will be back… they always do when they know there is easy pick’n for food.

Which reminds me, a neighbor who lives a few miles from us on the Plateau lost 3 goats to a bear one night, the bear returned the next night and got three more.  The government man gave them permission to shoot the bear if it returns. (Yes you have to ask permission.)  He returned, the bear hide left with the government men, the rest of him was buried with a backhoe on the property.

A ride on the Uncompahgre Plateau showed us that the nasty pine beetle has made it’s way into our woods  The Ponderosa and Yellow Pines are dying off just like the lodge pole pines from here to Denver.

I hope you can see all the little holes in the bark, that is where the beetle bores into the tree.  I wonder what it’s going to take for something to finally be done to save the pines?  It takes years and years and years for a tree to get this big. 

I guess I had better stop now, this post is really rather negative. 

Sorry,

Linda