My Little Project—Sunday, March 29, 2015

JobFinally my little project is done!  After we took out the two unused chimney’s in the other house I had piles and piles of bricks. (All made by the Brick Factory in Delta eons ago. :))

Not only did I have piles and piles of bricks, I had piles and piles of bricks complete with cement still stuck to them.  AND they were piled in front of the propane tank, which meant I really had to do something with them quickly.

BricksSo gradually every day, I would chip off cement– load the bricks into the  wheelbarrow, and push them to their new spot in my yard.

It was a long slog, but I made it.

More-PWI now have brick walkways between my flower beds which reside along side of the entrance of our farm…all laided out on weed barrier and sand.  My hope is this will keep the weeds down and my need to have to chop weeds between the beds GONE FOREVER!

Pathway-1It looks pretty rough right now, but over time I think everything will soften up.  The plants will green up and fill in and cover over some of the bricks, making the lines not so harsh. Then the bricks themselves will settle.  The wind will bring in dirt and fill in the cracks.

That’s my hope anyway!

The Craig, Colorado, kids are here.  They came in yesterday.  It was pure joy to look across the fields and see a light on in that house.

Two of the grandchildren spent the night with us, Blade and Tally…the oldest and the youngest.  Which reminds me Bladen has a blog now…it’s a cooking blog.  This grandson of ours loves to cook—pretty interesting for a 13 year old boy, I think.  He is also very active in sports: football, basketball, and track, plus top of his class in academics. Gosh did this sound like bragging…I guess a tad.  Please forgive me.

Pink-SKy-!We are warming up.  Today it’s supposed to hit 80* (26 c)  YAY!

Anyway, I hope each of you have a great day!

Your friend,




The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—I Got To GO!!!

Tuesday afternoon, after a day of work, and me just hanging around the house being bored, Dad said “Let’s go for a ride around the place…just to get a change of scenery.”

Off we went, here there and everywhere…then way over by the equipment storage area Mom’s and my 4-wheeler just stopped.  We were moving along at a decent speed and it stopped.


“It’s that CDI box,” Dad exclaimed in a very disgusted voice.  “I guess we will tow you back to the house.”


I think that was the first time I’ve ever ridden on Mom’s 4-wheeler when it didn’t make a sound.

Then the next day Mom said: “Come on, Boomer, you can go.  We have lots to do down at the other house, you might as well come along.”


Ever since last fall when I got in the wonderful wonder goo down over the hill, from the other house Mom has not let me go with her down there.  If I get to go I have the hang-out with Mom the WHOLE TIME!


So this was a huge treat!


You see Mom and Dad were cutting down the front tree stump in the yard.

4I rode in the pick-up with Mom, then I hung out in the field,



(looking for beef jerky and milk duds, but I didn’t let Mom know that.) and slept in the shade of the pick-up while my folks worked.


We worked from early morning to late afternoon.  Only coming home for lunch.


Sometimes I followed the tractor to the hollow by the Sage Brush hill.

It was a great day!  I had a marvelous time.


After Mom fed me supper I hopped into my lounge chair, just letting all the food settle  you know.  :)


I watched the house for a long time, until gradually……………….The Old Sandman got me  ZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

I guess I was a little tired.



A Cold Front Moved Through—Wednesday, March 26, 2015

A very chilly cold front moved through our region yesterday, complete with freezing temperatures this morning.  We will have a steady warm-up after tonight, but right now it’s still cold.

Apricot-blooms-on-the-grounThe wind was very strong, 30 m.p.h gusts!  Most of the apricot blooms have landed on the ground or turned brown on the trees—if we have apricots this year I will be surprised.

The-SwingI worked down at the little house all morning…dusting, sweeping, vacuuming, cleaning…come Saturday the kids from Craig, Colorado, will be home to spend 9 days in the little house.  I will start a fire in the wood stove tomorrow and keep it going until they get here on Saturday…a nice clean, toasty warm house to spend Spring Break.

The tree house will once again have life in it, and the swing in the front yard will fly through the air with little kids upon it.

SkyI will stand outside and hear (again) the joyful laughter of delighted children at play.  Off and on there will be grandchildren walking over to see us…to check out the snacks (prepared just for them, but they won’t know that), hang out with either Grandpa or myself, maybe climb into our tree, or see if Grandpa will either take them for a ride, or let Blade —now age 13–drive the 4-wheeler, so they can ride.

9 full days…9 full days!  What a delightful thought.

Easter Sunday all our children and their mates will come for Easter dinner and a egg hunt.

This Grammy’s heart is sure to to be full unto bursting!

Your very excited friend,


Sherlock Boomer Mystery of the Disappearing Rabbits! Chapter Nine

Sherlock Boomer

Mystery of the Disappearing Rabbits!

Chapter Nine

 “Okay. We’ll sit here for a spell, then we need to get on down the gated pipe.  Once there I’m thinking we will find the rabbits.”

“Why do you think that, Boomer?”

“I don’t know…just a feeling.” I mused.  Just a feeling.

Gradually, we stood up and meandered on…the squirrel brothers slipping and sliding their way on top of the gated pipe, I trotted alongside of the pipe.

Once we got to the dirt ditch Stanley and Stewart begged for a ride; climbing on we headed to the equipment storage area!

“WOW! TREES! And Bushes and farm equipment to scurry on” Stanley stood stock still and sighed a huge sigh of relief!  “Shade and a small little creek which is NOT frozen, Lets go get a drink!”

I had to agree a nice drink of water would be, well, Real Nice right now.  The three of us headed down the little grade into the thicket of trees, past the ticket right to the creek where we all stood in the water; lapping up HUGE mouthfuls of cold wet water!

Sure was refreshing!

“Hey, Boomer?”  Stewart scurried up to me and grabbed my long ear.

“What?”  I asked.  “Let go of my ear.  I can see you just fine I don’t need my ear pulled.”

“Oh!”  Well, Stanley and I are going to go play in the trees for a spell, even if it’s still winter those trees look really inviting!”

“Sounds good to me,” I replied.  “While you are climbing trees I’m going to scout around and see if I can find the rabbits.”


Putting my nose to the ground I headed to the first piece of equipment: No, nothing here…Quail… about fifteen or so.  Pheasants…three hens and male, oh(!)

Sniff, sniff, what’s this…wow! A whole pile of poop!  Sniff, snuff!



“Ahem! Dog! What is all the noise about?

“Huh?”  I stopped short.

“Who is talking to me?” I yipped.

“Look up, dog!”



I stopped walking around and sat down and raised my eyes up, up, up into the trees.  “OH!  So this is YOUR poop?”

“Hum, Yes, I suppose it is.  Poop is, well, a natural reaction to eating, dog.”

“I know, I have just never smell so much of this kind of poop in one spot.  I smell it around the trees, sometimes, on our lawn, but nothing like this.  It’s just really COOL!”

Suddenly the air turned into a mini-devil twister; little leaves, feathers and splatters of dirt swirled around me.

“Whoo Whoo” the Great-Horned Owl said as she settled down on branch close to the ground. “Whoooooo are you?” she asked

“Sherlock Boomer, the Beagle, at your service, Ma’am.  May I ask why you are awake in the middle of the day?  Owls do all their work at night.”  I puzzled out loud.

“I am awake because of you, Sherlock Boomer, the Beagle.”

“Yes, remember all that baying and howling not long ago?  You woke me up.”

“Oh, oops, sorry!”

“That’s okay.  I’m Ruth, The Big-Horned Owl, by-the-way.  What are you doing under my tree?”

“Hi, Ruth!  I’m over here looking for our rabbits.  You see we have a family of rabbits that used to live next to the hay stack yard, but I haven’t seen them for several days now.  Mom always flings out a couple of handfuls of corn every morning for the rabbits, the birds, squirrels, and anybody who would like a morning snack to eat.  Everyone has come to snack bar, but the rabbits.  I’ve been really concerned of that fact—-shudder, shake, tremble—-the coyotes have slipped down into the farm yard snacked on my rabbits.”

“Hummm, you know owls are very wise creatures, don’t you?  That is why they are called Wise Old Owls…let me see your paw…….maybe I can tell where the rabbits are by reading the lines on your pads.”

“My PAW?!”

“Why yes, Sherlock Boomer.  The lines on your pads can tell me many things about you.”

“But I don’t want to know anything about ME, I want to know where the rabbits have gone. I don’t see how looking at the lines on my pads can tell you anything about the rabbits.  You need to read the lines on the rabbit’s foot, not Mine!” I exclaimed.

“Well, I suppose that is true, Sherlock Boomer, but in this case the rabbits are not here and you are.”

“Ruth” I growled.  “Just take a flying leap into the sky and see if you can see my rabbits anywhere.  That will help more than reading my paw.”

Ruth just looked at me and gave me a huge stare with her big round golden eyes.  Slowly she let one eye lid drop over her eye and gave me a wink. “Here’s a riddle, just for you, Sherlock Boomer: what is round and wrinkled, has long green limbs, and hangs out next to the big dragon who eats cornstalks?  When you figure that out you will find your bunnies.”

Ruth chirped a laugh.  Spreading her very wide wings she gave a silent push off from the ground and headed way back up to her branch on the tree.

“Good night, dog! See you around mid-night or later just before first light. I have to get some sleep now.”

There I sat…still not knowing anything more than when I arrived here.  Oh wait yes I did…I now know WHOOOOO made that pile of fragrant poop at the bottom of this tree.

Giving a couple of quick squirts on the owl poo I headed out of the thicket of trees to give all of Dad’s farm equipment some good sniffs.

Really not much here lots of dried grass smells, fresh cow pies with soften bits of corn in them, a trail of a cat or two…birds all sorts of birds….no baby cows yet…love the beef jerky and milk duds, which come when we have lots of calves on the place.

“HEY, Boomer!  You about ready to go?  Stanley and I have climbed every tree and bush around here and we are bored.”

“Yeah, Boomer, isn’t it about time we headed home?” Stewart whined.

“Not yet, you Squirrels.  I’m on a mission to find the rabbits.  You knew that when you signed on to come with me.”

“But they aren’t here, Boomer.  Let’s go, PLEAAAAAAAAAASEEEEEE!”  They screeched in unison.

“Okay,” I conceded, “We will check one more place then head back home.  If they aren’t at the Apricot Tree I don’t think they will be anywhere over on this side of farm.  I know they aren’t at Hank’s house, because—Well, Hank Puff would eat them.”

“HANK!  We ARE NOT GOING TO HANK’S HOUSE ARE WE, BOOMER?  Hank likes to eat squirrels also.”

“No, boys, we aren’t going on to Hank’s house.  It just wouldn’t do any good.  Hank guards his place well, not even a skunk tries to live around Hank’s house.”


“No we’ll check out the apricot tree then cut across the pinto bean field, and both of the corn fields until we get back home. I sure hope we find the rabbits soon.”

With that the two squirrel brothers hopped onto Sherlock Boomer’s back and grabbed hold of his fur.  “One more stop then home.”

“Yes, one more stop, then we head back home.”

My Eighth Year of Blogging–Tuesday, March 24, 2015

This month I have been blogging for eight years! Over that time I’ve learned much about blogging…the first posts were so dismal…I just posted a photo with the word (for instance) Terry plowing and under the photo I wrote–plowing.

Over time I began to understand how to blog so it was at least a tad more interesting. :)

Although, this started out as a farming blog, in reality it really hasn’t changed much.  It still is a farming blog, but it is also a tiny peak into our lives and the lives of the animals that live with us on the farm.

One-downYou get to see the struggles, and the successes. Yesterday we worked  on ONE of the broken gated pipes (we still have two more to go).


You’ve met our children, and our grand children and all the dog grandchildren.

FuzzyYou cried along with me over the loss of my Fuzzy.

My-BoomerAnd now you are reading a fictional serial with Boomer as the Star.

MeI have grown older in the eight years



and so has Terry.   Every year he says he is going to stop farming…then comes Spring and he begins again.  This year he said: “I guess I really can’t stop, I think my blood is really made of dirt”.  We had a big laugh at that, but you know something, it just might be true. :)

Big-SkyAnyway, thank you, each and everyone of you, those who comment and those who just drop by and visit for a spell.  I appreciate you…it makes blogging extra fun.

Very humbly, your friend on a farm in western Colorado,




Rolling Along—Monday, March 23, 2015

Terry has started rolling down the plowed earth.  Thankfully the rain and the sun and the wind did not damage to the soil.  By damage I mean it didn’t cause our clay type of soil to turn into bricks, ready to be fired. :)
Rolling-1It’s always nice to see the soil smooth out and start to look like a seed bed.  He will still have to level the field, fertilize, and then mark it out.  We always irrigate before we plant–it’s called ‘wet planting’. Some of the farmers around here do ‘dry planting’, which means they plant first then water.

PipeWe have also been moving the gated pipe around, we had three pipe break over the winter so now we have to do some adjusting.

Work-horseYou can see the broken pipe on the left, we will set this good pipe in it’s place. (One down two more to go :)

We have to have the pipe set before the fields are done with the tractor work—-everything has to be in place to start the water…time is moving along fast now. By the first week in April we hope to have the water on the land.

Pink-cloundsOur weekend was outstanding!  The whole family from Craig, Colorado was here, then on Sunday we were (all) the two sets of kids and their spouses, the Craig family, Terry and I were at our son-in-law’s 43 birthday party.  Good food and family, really who could ask for more?

Anyway, off to get some stuff done.  I hope your day is a good one.

Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm,



First Blooms of the Season–Sunday, March 22, 2015

The apricots are blooming!

Apricot-tree-6All our trees (we only have four) are ancient apricot trees.

Apricot-tree-5The one on the farm road has pink blossoms—it is the only one on the farm to have pink blooms.

Apricot-tree-1The one at our house has white blooms

Apricot-tree-3The other two in the yard of the other house are a cross between pink and white

Apricot-tree-4But the pretties of them all (to me) is the one on the farm road.

Spring has now officially arrived…the Apricots are blooming!

Happy Spring all my friends!  Or Happy Autumn if you are now experiencing the cool down — opposite of our warm up!

Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm,





The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—My Job

I had company last weekend.

Not just little kids, but also DOG COUSINS!

Hank came!


Rocky Chaco Man, the Rottweiler and


Houston the Princess!

We did lots of stuff…sniffed around for news, found beefy jerky to chew on…carried in lots of milk duds for snacks and still chowed down on dog food!

Mom says the grandchildren are coming again TODAY!  That means Hank will be here again!


Then everyone will go for Sunday Birthday party at Scout and Darby’s place.  I don’t get to go.  Neither do all of Shannon’s dogs, or Uncle Evan’s and Aunt Jolyne’s dogs…but Hank DOES!

Mom says Hank has to go, because he will leave from Grand Junction to go back to Craig after the party is over.

I think it would be neat to go see Scout and Darby, pout, pout, but Mom says “No, Boomie…you have to guard the place.”

So I guess (sigh) that is exactly what I will do.




Good Fences, Spring Farm Work, and Rain—Thursday, March 19, 2015

It rained off and on yesterday and then some into the night. The sun is out, our air is fresh and lovely, my lawn(s) are starting to green up, and I have lots of plants popping up in the flower beds!  Life is good!

Plowing-1Terry plowed until it got too wet.  So far there isn’t enough rain to cause our clay type of soil of harden into bricks.

Years ago we had a brick and tile making company that used our clay soil to make bricks.  Today those bricks are much sought after as a collector item.  That’s our type of soil…also our worry about rain.


Delta County Historical Society photo Delta Brick and Tile factory showing kilns, drying sheds and stacks of finished brick. This view is taken from a spot on California Mesa and shows Delta in the background.

You can read about it here:  Delta Brick and Tile Factory

Anyway, so far so good.

Theresa from The Run*A*Round Ranch Report always hosts Thursday Good Fences and Gates.  Sometimes I have neat fence, gate or gate opener to add to the fun postings on Thursday.  Today I have one—–

Scratching-PostThis is a scratching post on our place.  Terry put it up for the cows…a nice back scratch is always good!

Head on over to Teresa’s place and see her photos, then visit some of the other participants for a look at their cool fences and gates.

I hope each of you have a really nice day!

Your friend,



Sherlock Boomer Mystery of the Disappearing Rabbits! Chapter Eight

Sherlock Boomer

Mystery of the Disappearing Rabbits!

Chapter Eight

“Gosh, Boomer…that’s a whole mile and a half away!”

“It is, but we really need to find out what has happened to the rabbits.  I’m thinking we might find them over at the equipment area.”

“Okay, hop on we still have lots of ground to cover.”

I started to trot up the first hill…whew! It’s hot and the squirrels are getting heavy.  Slowing down I paced myself to take steps like I was pulling a train, one foot in front of the other.  Gradually I made it to the top of the hill.  Standing there panting I saw I still had the other hill to go.

True it isn’t a big hill, but it’s still a hill and I have four pounds on my back…I collapsed.

“I can’t do it, boys! It’s too hot and I’m too tired; you are just going to have to scamper up by yourselves.  I don’t even know if I can get myself up there.”

With that I started crawling over to an old dried out rabbit brush so I could hunker down in the shade.

“WAKE-UP BOOMER!  WAKE-UP!”  Stewart was pulling on my dog whiskers, yelling at me.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzort!   “I’m awake.  I just had to take a short rest before we traveled on.”


“We’ve got to get to going”, Stanley solemnly said, standing right in front of my muzzle…we saw two coyotes eyeballing the pond.  I think they are wanting to get a drink.  If they go down there they will smell our scent and track us to here!”

“HUH! Coyotes?!?!”  I jumped up and started trotting…”Come on then we just have to make to the top of that rise and we are at the alfalfa field and the cement ditch.  There will be lots of cows in the alfalfa field so we should be safe.”

Or at least safer, I muttered to myself.

Gradually we made it to the top of the last hill. I stood still and gave the air huge sniffs.  I sniffed north, south, east and west!  Nothing!  Just the smell of cows and more cows!

“Safe!” I proclaimed!

“YAY!” the squirrel brothers yelled.


“Let’s see who can make it to the other end the fastest.” Stanley challenged his brother.  Giving me a backward glance they were in the cement ditch scampering and dodging each other, playing roller blades on squirrel feet.


I stood and watched them for a spell, then put my nose to the ground. I followed a couple of mice trails until they buried themselves in the side of the farm road.  I sniffed along for a long time but nothing interesting caught my attention.

Then I lifted my head and took a good sniff of the air—cows, many calves, crows, a couple of ravens, oh! A Hawk—red-tailed hawk by the smell.  Well, nothing to be concerned about.

Okay, guess I had better get back to business. I started trotting on down the ditch.

Stanley and Stewart were waaaaaaaaaay down there.  I better do a sprint and catch up with them.  I see a couple of the cows have become interested in what they are doing…I don’t want the cows to spoke those squirrels and the squirrels run off.

Putting my feet to the ground I shoved off into a full out run, arriving at the squirrels long before the cows started moving toward them.

We were also at the end of the cement ditch, not far now to the equipment storage area.

“Hop on over the farm road and skitter on up on the gated pipe, boys! We are almost to our goal!”  I gave Stanley a gentle shove with my nose to get him moving.

“Hey, Boom!  We need a rest now. That was a long haul down that ditch.”

“And,” chimed in Stewart.  “We ran the WHOLE way.”

“Okay. We’ll sit here for a spell, then we need to get on down the gated pipe.  Once there I’m thinking we will find the rabbits.”

“Why do you think that, Boomer?”

“I don’t know…just a feeling.” I mused.  Just a feeling.
Stay tuned for the Unexpected Find at the Equipment Storage area!