This is so exciting!
A family of squirrels fell in love with the swather.
Their very own playground (for a spell, at least).
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Mom and I headed over to the other equipment area to ‘do some work’. Mom goes over with Dad to help Dad do something hard…like change out a fuel pump, work on the chain on the pickup header, you know ‘stuff’; things I don’t have to do EVER!
So, while they were working, I took myself off to see what I could see, learn what I could learn, and find out all the news on that part of the farm.
I was sniffing along
when suddenly from out of no-where came Quade’s wife Quick and all the little Quails…cheeping and chirping as they scuttled along…they came so very fast and in such a large group I nearly jumped out of my dog fur!
As they scuttled away Quade appeared.
Quade and I visited for a spell, then he was off…he didn’t want Quick to get too far out of his sight.
Closer to the old (filled in) ensilage pit I ran into Stewart and Stanley.
They chattered with me for a long time, but I found listening to them rather hard…full cheeks and communication do NOT make good partners….
Stewart kept spitting little chunks as he talked…kinda interesting and gross all at the same time.
I had headed over to the little asparagus patch, down the tiny draw there when I hear the high-pitched whistle of …. HAWK!
I jerked my head up to look into the branches of the very ancient willow tree and saw….a wind-blow hawk surveying the place where Quade and his little family had just vacated.
I raced back up the small rise in the land, ran over to Mom, turned around and, raised my right front paw, straightened out my whole body so I was an arrow from the tip of my nose to the tip of the tail, lifted my head up and HOWLED!!! Pointing with all my might at the tip of the old Willow tree and the hawk!
Mom and Dad stopped whatever they were doing looked at me, looked at where I was pointing and saw that hawk surveying the farm for lunch!
“Good Job, Boomer!” Mom came over to where I was standing, took out her camera and took several photos of the hawk. Just as she finished the hawk took off; flying up high into the sky, then way over onto the back of the farm on the Back Forty…a long way from where Stewart, Stanley, Quade, and the chipmunks live. Thank Goodness!
Mom and Dad did a little bit more of whatever they were doing.
Then Mom called me and put me on the four-wheeler, gave me a pat and a kiss on the nose; we were off.
where Mindy Cat is safe from the likes of at big bird predator in the sky.
And Mom and Dad and I can do ‘stuff’ around the farmyard, instead.
Boomer Beaglie Brown
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.
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 comes by;
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.
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.
Between us dogs and Sam we hardly ever have any stray cats, but we do get them.
We had this visitor….Dad helped him go to the Big Skunk heaven in the sky somewhere.
Can you imagine what SKUNK HEAVEN must smell like…………….phew.
We like to patrol the property
In the daytime we get to chase squirrels. We have a couple of ground squirrels and boy, are they ever fun.
Yes, Sir! That’s our job and I’m proud of it!
Fuzzy ….oh, yes…and Boomer