Tag Archives: Squirrel

Two Gifts from the Earth’s Heart —-Thursday, November 14, 2019

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These little kids, (teenagers, really)

Are Mom (Gambol Quail)

and Dad’s last of the summer’s bevy, (or flock). And they look like they are all boys!

They LOVE to see me head over with my sack of black oil sunflower seeds, waiting patiently for me to appear, ride up…then fluttering off to sit in the old tree while I spread out all the seeds.

I love feeding them, our farm is full of wildlife, for I believe a farm without wildlife is empty land.

While there I looked down, where I had walked many, many times and saw

Shining there in the tracks on the road was a HEART!

What a dazzling find!

Moving on, from feeding my wild creatures, I went down to see Shannon’s goats, horses Black Beauty

I found another Heart!

 

Wonderful, gentle gifts to warm my soul!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Mom and I Out on the Farm

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Mom and I went out on the farm to see what we could see:

(From Pinterest)

First off, we saw lots of tracks—Bird feet

Shadows of grasses

Shadows of the weeds

Shadows of corn

Some birds, but they were flying,

not walking

We have lots and lots of Quail…masses of them, like a bazillion or so.  (It’s really fun to run up to them and make them scatter; some fly, some run, some hide. Ever so much fun!)

We saw TWO snake skins.

One was SUPER big.  Mom said she was glad she didn’t see the snake, the skin was bad enough.

We saw Stanley

Fox feet tracks,

I wonder if it was Kit?

Raccoons, they are here, there, and everywhere

Mom saw a busy bug

in the flower weeds

I sniffed here there and everywhere

Mom and I had lots and lots and lots of fun!

Boomer Beaglie Brown (BAY, HOWL, HAWOOOOOO)

 

 

On a Fine Autumn Day —- Thursday, September 19, 2019

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Yes, I feed the little wild creatures

It’s my lure.

A wee win for me

A delicious and marvelous treat

Dazzling eyes and tummies!

Creating a bright winter stash

During the long dark winter days.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

A Gentle Little Creature —- Wednesday, September 4, 2019

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(From Pinterest, once more:) )

Boomer and decided to travel over to the other side of the farm, well not the whole side of the farm, just to equipment areas, where (YES, I feed the little creatures)

Off we went!

I let Boomer off then sat myself down to wait

I had a short spell of waiting before the squirrel showed up.

Then I heard the sweetest voice

A darling little bird chased away the squirrel.  I know not what this bird is, but I feel delighted to have two photos of this charming creature.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

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Off on an Adventure Chapter Nine

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Chapter Nine

We trotted here and there. I checked out the news (that is what I really, really love to do.  Check out news), and Kit snacked on a mouse or two or three or more.  I stopped counting.

Gradually the day started lighting up the sky.

“Whew! I’m tired.” I told Kit.  “It’s been a very long, long night with just way too much adventure.  I need a nap.  And soon!”

“Me too,” Kit replied.  “It’s my time for bed. I sleep in the day and hunt at night.”

“Okay, let’s head over to the equipment area and hunker down under a brush over there or under the stack wagon.  There got to be lots of shade under the stack wagon and we aren’t far from water.  Water is just right there in the little creek running behind the hill.”

With that, we were off.  Trotting in a straight-line way back to the equipment area.  It took a spell or so. We saw the renter show up with his dog, Achilles, then we heard the renter leave.  By the time we finally made it to the stack wagon, it was starting to get hot.

Kit and I stopped at the little creek, lapped some cool, cool water, then trotted up the hill, crawled under the stack wagon, turned around three times.  We each turned around three times, Kit by the left tire and I closer to the end of the stack wagon where air could reach me.

Meanwhile on top of the grain head, not far from us…was STANLEY.

Stanley was helping himself to the seeds Mom puts there to feed the wild creatures. She would always say, as she out handfuls of seeds and nuts “It’s good to feed a little treat now and again.  We all need treats.”

My eyes watched Stanley for a little while, but my mind and body were so tired and the day so warm…I fell asleep.

Who Said Chipmunks Were Cute? —- Thursday, August 16, 2018

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I mean after all Stewart and I

Are most darling little squirrels

Anyone could ask for.

Just ask Boomer.  We help him lots and lots of times!

Stewart and Stanley Squirrel

Your friend(s) on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Out on a Limb—-Tuesday, May 22, 2018

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While over at the other hay stack yard and implement yard, I saw

This darling little squirrel, gently sunning him/herself on a bare branch of a Tamarisk Tree–Salt Cedar is the common name.

Carefully Boomer and I left the area…allowing him/her the right to a bit of sunshine and a wee rest in the Spring-time air.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Weekly Report

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Latest News:

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Sammy-Sam the cat …

Catevery day and all night he patrols the farm. He used to go way over to Misty’s and check out everything over there, but last winter he ate a poisoned mouse and just hasn’t felt like tackling that huge long walk anymore.

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Of course, age is creeping up on him…he turned 13 this year. Still Sammy-Sam does a good job of gathering news and information from around the farm buildings and the house.

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Dad-–Dad went up to the Upper End to check to see if any Aliens had landed.  Mom, Fuzzy and I went along.  Mom checked out the drain ditch and Dad walked to the end of the irrigation ditch.

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Fuzzy guarded the Four-Wheelers…his job was to make sure we had our rides to get out of there if the Aliens were around.

Robin   Robin—Robin sang out his report that The Aliens could be found out by the haystack.

PICT0114 Dad and the two little girls hurried as fast as their legs could carry them. Who wouldn’t like to see a Alien…young, old or in-between?

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Squirrel-gossiped to me, Boomer-Reporter-at-Large— that squirrels are going extinct and scientists have now put them on the “endangered species” list.  He says by the end of this week Squirrels will be extinct so Fuzzy and I cannot, he repeated NOT chase him or his friends.  The world would be a very dreary place without squirrels.

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(Fuzzy and I agreed so we won’t chase Squirrel every again…until…hum, NOW! —-RUN SQUIRREL!)

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I, Boomer, the Farm Reporter says: Dad made several trips to change water yesterday and the day before and the day before that and….

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Fuzzy and I think Dad has figure out time travel—hop on the four-wheeler and you can travel into future and into the past – within minutes.

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Up to change the water, back to house, up to change the water…

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BREAKING NEWS:   Sammy-Sam says

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the Raccoon is back………….

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Bark, bark, yip, yip….COME ON FUZZY…RACCOON!!!
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The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Boomer, My Bestest Friend

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Boomer is my bestest friend in the whole-wide-world! (Well, outside of Mom, that is).  I really don’t like other dogs, never have, never will!  But when Boomer slipped into my doghouse one night I knew he and I would be friends for ever more!

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Now that you know that I adore Boomer we take naps together, we bark the mailman down the lane together,

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we ride on the four-wheeler with MOM, chase the squirrels and bark at the birds.

We do lots of stuff together.

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We make sure the fox stay away,

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or at least does a fast run through our place.

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We do NOT bother the porcupines, the badgers (Boomer was chased by one once) or the coyotes.

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We both have decided the Mom and Dad are on their own when it comes to the skunks, that is just all there is too it.  A dog who gets sprayed by a skunks gets BATHS…lots and lots and lots of baths!  (Hank-the grandkids dog, doesn’t care he will take on a skunk anytime. And he still goes after any all porcupines.)  PHEW!

HOWEVER!!!! I draw the line as some stuff…like eating milk duds (`!)  I just can’t do it.  I just can’t.

The other thing I don’t get is Boomer is a beagle…purebred the Vet says.  Beagles are bred for hunting…RABBITS!  (I’m a cow dog…always have been, always will be!)

Colorado has a Beagle Rescue if you are interested.

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You know what?  Boomer NEVER chases our rabbits….ever!  I use to…they hop really fast so it’s fun to follow them into their hiding places.  But I never hurt them; the only things I hurt are mice and snakes….anytime…anyplace…anywhere! Bite, snap, done!  There ya go…no more mouse or snake! Of course, Boomer doesn’t understand why I like to feel that crunch and snap in my mouth. (I can’t swallow what he likes to slurp down…)

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Boomer doesn’t even give chase to the rabbits ever…just keeps on sniffing around on the ground, he even sniffed right by one of the rabbits.  How strange is that?

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Well, anyway…in the scheme of things … I really don’t care.  You see Boomer is my bestest friend in the whole-wide-world.  If he doesn’t want to chase a bunny…you know what?  He doesn’t have too.

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The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — The Lazy Days of Summer

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Summer (well technically we aren’t there yet, but its hot enough a Dog can call it summer) is the bestest of times.

Sure beats winter…freezing cold, so cold your nose freezes shut, wind that takes your nose right off your face and then laughs at you because you can’t breathe anymore and no rides in the back of the pick-up because it is just WAY TOO COLD!

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Just like in winter we go everywhere with Mom and sometimes Dad.  But in summer they go lots more places we get to go with them too—

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Like town—Fuzzy and I wait with Mom while Dad goes into the parts store or the hardware store…Mom always waits with us because there are people around that will kidnap dogs.

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We always go irrigating and sometimes just for walks with Mom.  There we see things like rabbits…

BunnyI NEVER CHASE RABBITS.  Mom says I’m a funny beagle because that is what my breed was bred for…to CHASE RABBITS.

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But I don’t.

They are my friends.

I’m more interested in just smelling the smells and seeing what news is out there.  Maybe I was a news reporter in my former life.  Tee hee, hahaha…snort, churckle!

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Fuzzy likes to bark at the birds…he never bothers the Robins, but he sure does like to bark at the Barn Swallows!  🙂

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We help with hay, the irrigation, (morning, noon and night) and we work with Mom in her yard.

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Lately the heat has been ‘over-the-top’ not just the heat but lots and lots of high winds.  But Fuzzy and I have it figured out how to stay cool.

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Nothing beats underneath Dad’s pick-up!

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Nothing!

We lay under there and we stay cool and unruffled!

On top of all of those really cool things to do we get to chase

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SQUIRRELS!!!

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Gotta go!  HURRY FUZZY HE IS HERE!

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