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,
This month I turned Fourteen! How cool is that! Everyday has been a great birthday day! Mom gives me special treats because she isn’t really sure what exact day is my day of birth.
Boomer and go everywhere with Mom…I MEAN EVERYWHERE!!!
We went swimming down in the Roubidoux River one day (all of Shannon’s pack went with us) Boomer doesn’t like to swim so he had to hang on the side of the river with Mom. Mom doesn’t swim either.
Then Dad took us up to the lake on Twenty Five Mesa, which is on the Uncompahgre Plateau…that was more than way cool.
Right now we are helping Dad fix the swather…second cutting of hay is coming up so the swather has to be ready to cut.
I hang out in the shade of the four-wheeler and Boomer searches out the news
At one point Mom had to go back over to the house to get some tools for Dad…Mom called for Boomer, but he ignored her!
We even stopped and talked to Hank Puff. We didn’t stay long because Dad was waiting.
Boomer didn’t come when Mom called so I got to ride all the way back BY MY SELF!!!! HEHEHEHEHEH!!!
We also go irrigating every time…all the time.
See I sit on the four-wheeler while Mom and Dad do the work. What we are waiting for is the extra water from the other field to make it down to this field. Dad and Mom set up many little dams so the siphon tubes have enough water to suck the water from the cement ditch into the field. Dad has water in the alfalfa field (in this photo) and part of the water in one of the corn fields, and the rest of the water (as it is starting to leave our place) in the pinto bean field. My folks work at using (never wasting) any of the water that comes onto the place.
The water costs more than the taxes for the farm so they are V.E.R.Y. careful to not waste the water. Once the water makes it through our place it heads back into the canal and goes to the next farm just across the road from us.
That works for me…I don’t like thunder and lightening storms.
Well, Dad had a meeting last night so it was just Mom, Boomer, and I to change the water.
I had to laugh out loud because this time when Mom called and said: “Let’s go, Boomer! Time to move on!”
Boomer took her seriously! He didn’t want to be left again like he was earlier today!
What a goofy pup he is! Still, no matter what, he is my Best Friend!
Outside of Mom, that is!
A Fourteen Year Old Farm Dog…and Proud of it!
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