The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — That was That

Boy was I ever happy. Mom showed up and the just like Fuzzy said the coyotes left.

I don’t know when they left but they did. I ran all the way to the edge of the cow pasture just as Mom got there and started jumping up and down and whapping my tail in the air I was so happy to see her. It took Fuzzy longer to get there, well a spell longer, but he did make it.

We were both so very glad to see Mom.

When we looked where the coyotes were….well, they were gone, just like Fuzzy said they would be.

But not forever, I wish they were. They could go down and live at the river, which would be a good place. Or they could head up to the plateau; I’ll bet they would enjoy living up there.

Mom said she was glad she got there in time. She was afraid that I, the Boomer, was going to do something that would cause the coyotes to think they had to put me in my place.

I guess Fuzzy is right. I have lots to learn, but this lesson I have learned well—-stay with Mom at all times.

{I wonder if I will be able to do that…….????}

Mom said it was starting to thaw out here so we better walk on back.

On the way I smelled ever so many interesting things, we saw two robins…and a tiny flock of bluebirds…Mom says that is a sign spring is on its way.

We ran into some into a hen pheasant…boy those birds sure are noisy and we saw two red-tailed hawks circling something in the front hay field.

They weren’t circling Mom’s hens, because they don’t come out now unless Mom is working outside close to the hen house. Not because Mom doesn’t let them out, but because the hens won’t go out unless Mom is close by. They told us that we dogs aren’t much help in protecting them. Humph! Who can see things that swoop out of the sky as fast as a falling star, I want to know.

We saw lots of rabbit trails and mice tracks everywhere.

The walk was long because we have to stop and let Fuzzy rest here and there, but we made it back to the house.