The Sky as a Glory —- Thursday, July 20, 2017

Yesterday afternoon a slight cooling rain arrived

The air, the moisture…the whole experience was just lovely.  I sat outside  and watched the shower dampen the earth.

It was bliss.

Later that evening (Wednesday)  around 9:30 an electrical storm arrived on the western rim of our world…Lightning flickered and slashed across the Uncompahgre (Un-come-pah-gray…accent on the pah) Plateau.  Tiny booms of thunder rolled across the forest and into the canyons.

As time wore on, I thought possibly the hammer of this amazing electric storm would continue across the Plateau missing us.

By 11:30 the Crack of thunder had reached the Roubioux Canyon, which lays right below our mesa.

Sheet lightning split the clouds, while cloud to ground jagged lightning splintered the heaping massive clouds.

Thunder and lightening overwhelmed our part of the earth, causing our great trees to tremble in fear. (Boomer and both cats were so close to me I couldn’t walk.  When I went outside to try to take photos they looked at me like I was crazy and stayed inside. 🙂  )

Try as I might I could NOT get a good photo of lightning!  The great sheets of shimmering sheet lightning did not turn out very well either.  The sky to ground lightning (although very bright and overwhelming) turned into a blur on the photo.

Gradually the thunder, the lightening, and what rain there might have been, moved on…heading toward the east.

Leaving all of us a little breathless.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

Dazzled by the Storms—Wednesday, July 12, 2017

We set the last set of water under the treat of an approaching rain storm

The wind whipped a series of fast moving showers all around us throughout the Uncompahgre (Un-come-pah-gray—accent on the pah) Plateau; along the canyons between us and Grand Junction–the Roubidoux, Esclante, Dominguez Canyons, then soaking the desert separating Delta from Grand Junction.

Stunningly beautiful fast moving rain!

At one point the late sun broke through just long enough to illuminate some of the rain drops south of us to look like a faint rainbow!

 I’m not picky.  I’ll take anything that looks like a rainbow, even for a few moments in time.

Then as nighttime arrived lightning whipped the Plateau, wind beat our area, and thunder hammered the heavens way over there on the Uncompaghre.

Boomer and both cats came in, to lay as close to me as possible.

Lightening slithered along the canyons and gullies on the Plateau, with distant drumbeats of thunder sounding loud [here].  It must have sounded like the roll call of the end of the world up there on the Uncompahgre.

Although rain seethed around us the skies only sprinkled on us—not even turning the ground to mud…just damp.

This morning we woke to rinsed skies, cooler temperatures, with thick gray clouds hanging in bunches, waiting to mush together at some future point in time.

They say by Friday this flurry of small intense storms will be gone from our area; the heat and sun will return.

These little reprieves from fierce sun and heat are good for the soul. (Just like warm/spring-like days in the middle of winter).

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Twelve

 

The roar of the sky filled my eyes and ears! The song of those crazy wild coyotes echoed right behind the thunder and the lightening.

I ran!

I kept running!

I had a long way to go to get to the Apricot tree, then to Dad’s equipment area, where I would turn and start down the new cement ditch.

Then the wind picked up and roared into life!  It would have been nice if the wind was a ‘changed wind’ and came behind my back, but NO I was running INTO the wind!

My heart was pounding, my legs hurting, and my lungs just about to give out.

Sadly I collapsed!

I was way too tired to keep going.

Ruth fluttered down beside me, “You okay?” she poked her wing at my face, the longest feather on the tip of her wing tickled my nose. I jumped up and SNEEZED!

“A….yeah!  Just tired.”

I sat there with my head drooping, tongue out, body sagging.

BAM!

Thunder slammed into something, in the sky, causing, both Ruth and I to jump ten feet into the air.

CRACK!

The sky turned on every light it owned right before our eyes.

Suddenly I was blind!

Ruth hooted in totally fear!

I might have been instantly blind, but my nose wasn’t!  As I waited for my eyesight to come back —–

I smelled….something…something very familiar…something that always seems to get me in BIG trouble…then my eyesight returned and I saw

SKUNK!  Running by me as fast as its short little legs could carry it…squealing and squeaking in terror!

Now the rain started!  Not just a little drizzle, nor a tiny mist in the air, but a regular downpour—a gully washer, as folks say around here.

Ruth sat there in the most dejected fashion…loyal to the end.

“You fly off, Ruth.  Go back to your nest…wait the storm out…hurry.  It’s only getting worse” I pushed my nose into Ruth’s soft fluffy body and gave her a shove.

She looked at me in a pitying sort of way and said: “Thanks, dog!”  Then lifted herself up and was…..gone!

Gone!

The sky let lose another round of machine gun noises and large flashes of fire.

That did it! I was rested! My legs heaved my body up and was propelling me down the cement ditch road, before my mind had decided to run for home!

Just as I was turning the corner, onto the wooden bridge a raccoon raced by me; panic in his eyes.

I didn’t stop.  The whole sky was alive with fire breathing dragons, danger and peril for everything on open ground.

Heading down the Superhighway between the two corn fields a fox passed me like I was standing still.

Still I ran…I had the gated pipe road left to go before I could be in the farm yard. I was running in mud now.  Soft gushy mud—mud up to my knees.

Dismay set in…it’s late and Mom is in the house and it’s raining and pouring and….

I kept on pushing—I was close to the grain bins now— when three raccoons ran by me heading to … who knows where.

Then around the corner I went, onto the gravel farm yard road and

Low and Behold!  Mom was outside at the hen house checking on the hens!

Life couldn’t get much better!

(an old photo, but I needed you to see my really comfy covers)

Well, that’s the end of the story.  No real mystery here, just a big storm.  Mom took me inside, made me stand in a tub of warm water, washed me off from tummy to toe nails, dried me down with a really nice towel…made me get on my bed then covered me up with a blanket.

Sure felt good.  I didn’t wake up until breakfast.

Sherlock Boomer

The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Then the wind picked up, blowing hard from the south, then made a sudden shift, enough of shift it lifted my ears up off my head and caused them to flap…the shift of the wind/storm was coming toward us from the south west… that’s when I knew I was in terrible trouble.  You see, all our hard mean storms come to our farm out of the south west!

Just then everything went stark white!

A huge roaring filled my ears as a leaping, hissing fire-breathing dragon slammed itself down onto the earth two miles from where I was standing. Sparks of fire leap into the air where the scary lightning bolt blackened the earth.

My fur stood up all over my whole body…back, stomach, legs, tail, nose and ears!

I turned tail and ran out of there faster than a pronghorn; in fact I think I passed two pronghorns going the same direction as me!

I finally stopped on top of the Rocky Point.  Looking back I tried to see if that lightning bolt was still sparking and glittering along the canyon rim.

Nope!

Nothing!

Thank Heavens! I dropped my rear end down and sat there for a spell, scanning the horizon near the edge of Rubidoux Canyon. Fire is a might dangerous thing!  Lightning bolts have been known to start fires before.  I figured if there was a fire I would put my tail between my back legs and scram to the farm house as fast as badger after a beaglie dog — namely me. (Which as I’ve said before, I am pretty darn fast!  Even faster when danger resides nearby!)

I sat there a long time scanning the horizon. Gradually the storm moved away from us taking its mean loud voice and the fire-breathing dragon with it.

It was about this time I saw a Great-Horned Owl, flying silently over the west corner of the farm.  I probably wouldn’t have seen it, but I was still scanning the skies and the horizon for possible fires caused by that storm.

Then the Great-Horned Owl rose up into the sky just as the full-silver moon broke through the clouds casting silver and blue light on the land, in the air and on the Great-Horned Owl’s wings.

I flipped over on my back and watched the dip, sway, and swoop here and there in the moonlight.

The sight was so beautiful I flipped back over and sat up, lifting my nose in the air, closed my eyes,  I sent out a long, mournful, soul seeking song.

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO  I sang to the sky the earth and…

Swoosh!

Suddenly I was covered in feathers, little bits of dirt, a few tiny rocks and, I’m sure, a spine or two of cactus!

I opened my eyes “RUTH! There you are! I haven’t seen you for ages!” I bounced up, on all four paws; giving Ruth a huge happy beagle grin!

‘Hi, Dog! Long-time no see!” Ruth drawled out in her completely charming owl voice! “What are you doing up here? You realize you are almost in the Haunted Pasture, don’t you?   Why just three minutes ago I saw a ghost moving around in the tall grass down there.”

“Ghost?”  I shuddered.  I’m really very brave, but some things send me trembling into my doghouse and ghosts are one of those things.

“Yes…it was all white, flew up in the wind, gathered wind into itself, bellowed out flipped itself this way and that way, like it was playing or something. Then drifted right into the Dark Forest.”

“It’s in the Dark Forest right now?”

“Well, I think so, I saw it go in there, but I didn’t follow it.” Ruth replied in a rather puzzled owl voice.

“Good! Let’s just leave it there!”   “Well, it was nice seeing you again, Ruth, but I’m off now…you and the ghost have a great time.”

I started to walk away from Ruth when crashing out the dark forest came the WHITE GHOST!

I took in a huge lungful of air and began giving that Ghost blast after blast of very loud barks, so full of treats and promises I was sure the ghost would NOT come any closer!

 

 

 

The Unbelievingly Beautiful Vista of Sunday’s Storms—Monday, May 8, 2017

Sunday was a day full of wind, threats of rain and stunning beautiful storms

The mountain ranges surrounding us filled with dark and threatening clouds, dumping either snow or rain, creating an endless series of drama

Even on the sawtooth mountain range of the San Juans…the snow-clad peaks etched needle-sharp against the sky received their share of the storms

Silent forks of dazzling light split the sky on the Uncompahgre Plateau and across the desert between Delta and Grand Junction.

Dull rumbles of thunder boomed in the canyons and hollows of the deserts beyond our farm. Sheet lightening shimmered far, far away threatening to come closer and closer to us.

Although the sky was a stunning crystal blue between the storms; the lightening would light up the plateau like an X Ray.

The air was filled with particles of dirt when the mighty gusts of wind pushed through

The storms raced here and there; composed of energy, and full of sounds echoing through out the sky and the earth

It was actually very beautiful.

We changed the water in both of the corn fields in the rippling, storm-filled spring skies…all of us driven here and there by the wind…shifting to hold ourselves upright and still set and move water.

It was exhilarating, to say the least.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

Storms —Thursday, July 9, 2015

clouds-rAll day the clouds shifted here and there.  Sometimes dropping rain, moving on, gathering again, lashing out

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thunder, lighting, wind… the violence of each passing storm was exhilarating!

Soqn-pourThe earth, our crops, even myself sighed with relief. hLater in the night, well, actually early, early in the morning, the skies cleared and the stars came out.

We woke to a beautiful morning.  Fresh, clean, clear…a feeling of lightness in air!

Your rejuvenated friend on a Western Colorado Farm,

Linda

 

Guest Post and a Rainbow for Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Last night our skies were black as velvet!  The rain flowing down upon us creating a frosty feeling to the air.  I watched the lightening and thunder play and dance along the plateau as I fell asleep only to be waked two hours later with the same flashes of brilliance right over our farm.

The lightening was huge running large and small jagged lines from cloud to earth- the thunder cracked at exactly the same moment!  The effect was awe inspiring and very intimidating.  After I finish posting this I must run down to the kid’s house an check everything is okay.  I’m stalling—for if a tree branch has fallen it means work…and it’s way too wet to work right now.  (Although Terry is out wading through mud and mud puddles and slick ditch banks to change the water—the water never stops until harvest…ever.)

The crows are back…fall is in the air here–I can even see the leaves starting to change color here.

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This morning I saw a very faint rainbow…very faint but it was still nice to see.

Some time ago I posted that cows were able to take care of coyotes and tried to explain how.

Sara from My Favorite Sheep blogspot….sent me an email about cows running off a bear: It’s pretty stunning I’ve posted it below.

Off now to go see if we have any lightening damage.

Your farm friend,

Linda

Oregon cows and a black bear…don’t mess with Mama!
A couple of evenings ago, an Eastern Oregon rancher went out to check his beef herd. 
He saw a very strange sight — and was able to photograph an unusual battle between
a black bear and some brave cows. The bear began to attack a cow and then the herd
came to her aid.  One cow in particular got especially aggressive and head-butted the
bear right off its feet. Then, two cows sandwiched the bear between their heads. After
that, the bear decided to flee and limped back into the woods.
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The blonde and white Simmental cow we know as I-12 went right for him.
She is a very good cow, a very attentive mother and about 12 years old.
She’s in her prime and knows that bears are bad news.
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Little does the bear know what is coming.
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She tried her best to mash him into the ground. Man, that has to have hurt the bear!
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Nothing like a mad cow to give you a hard time.
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There are a couple of photos where the bear is biting I-12’s leg and clawing her face,
but she is not giving up. Her stiff tail shows how agitated she is. Wayne said all the
cows were bawling, the bear was squealing and the calves were running around with
their tails in the air.
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And here comes some help. This bear is about to know what real trouble is!
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When you have two females pissed at you, real trouble has arrived!
A younger cow, R-55, an Angus-Cross cow, age 7, is helping her out as best she can.
It is an incredible photo to see two cows at once trying to crush the bear.
Watch That hoof land home!
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I looked up the calving records of both cows who are so aggressive in these photos
and they are both good, calm cows around us, and have given us no troubles
whatsoever. I’ll have to add in my notes that they have a very distinct dislike of bears.
Man, that’s a lot of weight bearing (pun intended), down on the bear like mashing a
lump of butter! It’s a wonder the bear could even move after all the mauling he received.
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We’ll be watching I-12 over the next few days to see if she needs Treatment for infection.
I don’t know how willingly she’ll come to the corrals for treatment, but she might not have
a choice. And stay away you won’t be so lucky next time!
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Lucky to be able to move at all.
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Finally, the bear decided to vacate the area. We thought he’d be dead for sure,
but there was no sign of him the next day.
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We’ll have to keep an eye out for eagles in the trees or flocks of ravens flying up. We’re
sure he’s got some broken ribs out of the deal at the very least. Wayne couldn’t believe
his eyes when he witnessed this ruckus.  It’s a once-in-a-lifetime photography event.
Amazing!

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

A late summer storm crashed all around us last night around mid-night.  The lightening held all three kinds…sheet, cloud to cloud, and cloud to earth.  The cloud to earth ones are always, ALWAYS the dangerous ones.  The dogs don’t mind the lightening it’s the loud booming thunder that sends them under my bed.  Fuzzy has taught Boomer to be afraid, be VERY afraid of thunder.  Not a good thing.  Boomer didn’t ‘know’ he was supposed to act goofy when the thunder sounded until he figured it out from Fuzzy.

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The field corn, aka: pick’n corn, feed corn, maize, is getting riper by the day.

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I’m still feeding the bees, although I moved their plate away, away from the hummingbird feeders

Bees-1I like it much better.  As you can see the yellow jackets have also found the sugar water

Bees-4These tables we aren’t using anymore because the bees where to thick in the Russian Sage anyway.  A win-win for all of us involved!

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Just for fun…here is the west side of our place looking toward the canyons and Highway 50 to Grand Junction.

Your western Colorado friend,

Linda

 

 

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — Thunder

It’s raining here!

Ahhh

Lots!

In

Some much so Fuzzy and I have decided we don’t like it

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You want to know why

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THUNDER!

Thunder is terrible!

Through

I didn’t used to be afraid but NOW I AM!!!

First you see a HUGE FLASH LIGHT

And then the SKY GETS REALLY LOUD

Like a GUN going off!

We have to hang with MOM all the TIME

Because it is just so SCARY!

Thunder

Boomer and Fuzzy

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — Storms

It’s been raining here—lots!  Big dark clouds, full of wet stuff, lots of lightning and THUNDER!

BOOM!

CRASH!

CRACK!

Fuzzy is having a very hard time, not because of the rain, or the clouds or even the lightning, but because of the thunder!!!

 

(Dad had to turn on the water for 24 hours to soak up a piece of hard soil.  Dad worked several days on opening up a new field for next spring.)

That’s a big rain storm coming our WAY!!!!

Most of the time we are in the house with Mom, because Fuzzy turns into this shivering, nervous, wreck of a dog!

Sort of amazes me.  That loud noise doesn’t bother me at all.

But if Mom isn’t home and the thunder comes crashing around us Fuzzy always runs off into the corn field.

He says he feels safe in there.

I don’t know why—it’s still wet, and loud, but we are surrounded with the corn.  Fuzzy says that helps.

Now if DAD is home and Mom isn’t Dad doesn’t let us come in a hover with him until the rain is over. Dad says he really doesn’t like a hot, panting dog crowding up on him when he is trying to do bookwork, or something important (like watching TV).  So he tells us to go into the garage!

We don’t, you know, we head to the corn field!

We sit out there until Mom comes home and we hear the four-wheeler start up and she comes to look for us.  She has to go to ALL the corn fields as we don’t always go to the same one all the time.

After a while ( we don’t come out right away, Fuzzy wants to be SURE the thunder gods have passed before we venture out of the safe corn field) we come out and head home.

Mom tells us to stop doing that, if Fuzzy was to have a heart attack out in farm some where she wouldn’t know where to find him.  She says PLEASE GO INTO THE BARN!!!

But, of course we don’t.

Mom is always really glad to see us and we are always glad to see MOM!  Dad is okay to see also, but we know with Mom there is a big warm old blanket to dry us off and we GET TO GO INTO THE HOUSE until Dad says: “Okay, that’s enough panting the storm is over you dogs need to go outside!”

Which we do!  (Mom always takes us out with a really nice dog cookie and lots of hugs and petting).

 

(The things I put up with…..Linki made a face on a tomato and said it looked like me!!!)

I don’t get the thunder thing, but I always go with Fuzzy.

He would be very afraid if he was by himself.  Fuzzy is my bestest friend.

What is it that Tallen calls Aunt Shannon?

Oh, Yes!!!  I remember!

BFF….Fuzzy is my BFF!

Boomer