Mom says everything has been a roller coaster ride…the last three weeks! Boomer and I talked about a roller coaster and decided we don’t know what a roller coaster was. Since we couldn’t figure it out we decided it wasn’t important.
As for riding…heck! We haven’t really ridden on anything that was really bad…we’ve gone to do water several times, rode to town several times, laid under the pick-up lots, but as far as anything else…I guess we just don’t understand.
The water is now in the canal!
We’ve started the water on the alfalfa fields…I LOVE IRRIGATING! Most of the time I like to stay home and guard the house and the buildings and the yard [now]. But Mom makes me go with her (and Boomer and Dad) sometimes. Boy, am I ever glad I go!
You see—IT’S IRRIGATION TIME!
Hank even comes over from his house and helps out.
We had to stop…irrigating, I mean. Dad’s main ditch…the one that leaves the head gate and enters onto the farm washed out. A huge hole washed into the bend, the side caved away with Dad standing on it, and everything went splash!
The splash part was sorta neat, I rushed right over to see if something cool was in the water…nope, no water rats, or mice, or snakes…but there was DAD! I skedaddled out the way when I saw it was Dad. :(
Mom and Dad put 300 pounds of cement into the ditch, worked on the sides, and created a whole new bend.
Just as soon as the cement cures the water will be back on and we will be IRRIGATING!!! YIPPEE!!!
We have had rain and the snow and sleet and ice. We went from a HOT day to several days of very, very cold.
Boomer and I are still sleeping inside. I’m not sure if I’m going to move us outside at all this year. Old bones really don’t like cold, you know.
Dad and Mom have the water back on and in the alfalfa that didn’t get watered yet.
You know something, I just thought of this, our lives(Dad, Mom, Boomer and I) are all governed by the irrigation water! Now THAT is cool!
Here I am just a swing’n. I like to sit in this swing and feel the breezes on my fur. Now days I have to have Mom put me up here. I get really close to the swing and look beseechingly at Mom until she comes over and picks me up and sits me on the swing.
Life is good!