The First Day of March–Sunday, March 1, 2015

sun.jpgWe’ve finally made it to the first day of March.  That, in and of itself, is a true joy for me.

This has been the sun for two weeks or more.  Sometimes the clouds part; showing little patches of blue.  Blue sky, it sparks such hope.

Geese-2We have a pair of Canada Geese living with the cows in the corn field.  I love having them here.  I mentally send them peace and safety…they must have decided to stay for a spell before heading up north.

I have also seen flocks of Western Meadowlarks (YAY, they are Back!) And huge flocks of blackbirds, some smaller flocks of red-winged black birds, but I have not seen any blue birds yet.  Soon I hope.

Number-8My favorite cow is here again this year.  She is dressed to the nines in stylish back and white…see her white tail.  :)  It always makes me smile when I see her.  She is getting older, so I wonder if she will be back next year.  Only time will tell.

March 1st….what a nice date to see on the calendar…in 31 days we will be at April.  WHOO HOOO!

Your friend,

Linda

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Calf Check

In a small break in the weather, meaning no snow and a melt of sorts, (But no sun) Mom, Dad and I loaded up on the four-wheelers and headed out to check the cows and calves.

Calf

 

If you look where the big white arrow is pointing you will see a tiny calf.  Mom has her baby all snuggled up and warm against here body.

Brand-New

 

See the brand new baby trying to get up.  Mom just gave birth here.

All the cows are really tame, we can drive through them (slowly) and they never spook. I ride all the time, because just seeing me trotting alongside WOULD spook them.  Mom says I have to stay right next to her.

New

This one is hidden behind the equipment at the equipment storage area.

Mr. Davis and his daughter check them twice a day, sometimes three times a day always, always making sure the moms and babies are doing okay.  If there is one that is having trouble Mr. Davis and Theresa load them up and take them back to their really nice barn on the ranch.

For us, Mom, Dad and Myself, Boomer the Beagle,—we go out on the off-times to makes sure all is well.  Just this morning we heard the coyotes moving around in the cows, never a good thing.

Minutes-OldSo far all is right with our world.

Boomer

 

As February Leaves—Thursday, February 26, 2015

Snow-in-the-canyonWinter is still with us….flinging flakes of very wet snow here and there in a willy-nilly sort of pattern.

Storm-on-the-PlateauWind with very icy fingers stab and pull at you and every other living thing.

I do believe winter is throwing a huge fit, because you know…really we all know …that the time has come for Winter to leave.  It doesn’t matter how ugly and how hard winter demands for us to pay attention Winter IS in charge.  Stamping its blue and icy foot..the earth is tilting ever so slowly.

YesThe sun moving toward the warm point of spring and then summer, casts brilliant colors, which fiercely sends warning sounds, for winter to calm down.  Enough is enough.

The weather people are saying winter is still very preoccupied trying to keep a foothold on our part of the world–this bitter, cold tantrum will weaken and strengthen over several more days, then the middle (Wednesday) of the first week in March, the sun and the earth will send warmth and comfort back to the land with temperatures rising into the 50’s for several days.  Perfect for drying up snow and mud.

So go ahead and throw a fit, make it a good one, for soon you, Old Man Winter, will be banished to other parts and the gentle cherub of Spring will dance it’s way into our hearts and souls.

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Go Ahead, spend yourself out —soon you stay in your room and cry huge hiccuping sobs until you are spent and need to rest to recover.  We will just wait you out.

Your friend,

Linda

 

Sherlock Boomer Mystery of the Disappearing Rabbits! Chapter Five

Sherlock Boomer

Mystery of the Disappearing Rabbits!

Chapter Five

 

Okay! We made it!  I dumped the two bushy-tailed squirrels off my back and flung myself down on the ground. Whew!  It was hot and those squirrels had to weigh two pounds each AT LEAST!

“WOW!  Boomer this is beautiful up here!”  Stanley chirped.

Fox-Homes

“It’s HUGE!” exclaimed Stewart. “HUGE!  And look at that great big pile of old logs just thrown every which way.”

“COME ON, BOOMER!  LET’S GO PLAY!”  The Squirrel brothers took off through the sea of grass heading toward the old logs.

Just as fast as they went into the sea of grass the squirrel brothers came plowing their way BACK to me!

“WAIT! WHOA! WHOA!  What is this all about?” I put up my paw to slow them down.

“COWS, BOOMER! LOTS OF THEM! You didn’t tell us the cows where at the Upper End!”

“Well, actually I didn’t KNOW the cows were up here.  The last time I was up here with Mom there weren’t any cows.”

“They are here now!” Stewart stamped his tiny foot.

“What’s so bad about the cows, we have cows in here every year.  It just must be that time of year to have the cows on the farm.”

“COWS chase SQUIRRELS, Boomer! And if they catch the squirrel they will stomp on them!”

“Na, boys.  Cows only chase coyotes.  They don’t chase squirrels.”

“Aaaa, Boomer?”

“Yeah?”

“Are coyotes part of the dog family?”

“Yes, that’s what Fuzzy told me one time.”

“Are you a D.O.G., Boomer?”

“OH, my goodness!  You are so right!  I AM A DOG! I am a dog and coyotes are dogs and cows CHASE DOGS!!!”

“UM, Yes!” the squirrel brothers sang in-chorus. “You are a dog.”

Well, now let’s see.  Fuzzy always told me that, if a cow starts to chase you, just slink way down and start creeping toward her (toward her? Shiver, shake) all the while giving her the old evil eye.  She will lower her head and blow snot at you, but just keep creeping forward, then turn slightly toward her left or right side and stop in mid-creep.  Continue to give her the old evil eye—pretty soon she will just shake her head and turn herself around and mosey on back to the herd.

Hole-and-Fox-and-Boomer

“Well, that does present a problem; that is for sure.  But I think we should go ahead and check out the log piles; the cows are up by the Sagebrush Hill not anywhere close to the log piles.   If the cows decide to charge us we will just dive into the log piles.”

“Doesn’t Foxy and Red LIVE in the log piles?”

“Humm, yes, I think they do, but once the cows come they move on over to the backside of the Sagebrush Hill.  I’ll bet they are already gone.  Besides I was coming up here to tell Foxy and Red to come down to the wood pile by the trash cans so they can eat all the mice that have invaded the log pile at the house.”

“Oh, you didn’t tell us THAT!”  Stanley fairly screamed.  “Not only are we headed into FOX country, you are inviting them to THE FARM YARD where WE LIVE!”  Stewart folded his little arms across his chest and gave me the most evil look possible.

“Fair enough!” I sat down and whapped my tail apologetically on the ground.  “Since you LIVE with us in the farm yard, and the fox live up here, I won’t invite them down to catch mice.”

“Hummph!”  Stanley and Steward glared at me, then TURNED THEIR BACKS TO ME!!

Goodness.  Now what do I do.

“All right!  Furthermore, I’ll make a quick dash through the sea of grass over to the old tree logs and see if Foxy and Red are there.  If they are there I’ll come back and I’ll carry you on my back all the way home as fast as I can run.”

Still nothing.

“I WON’T TELL THEM ABOUT THE MICE!”  I barked very loudly at them.

Silence.

“Okay, if they are NOT there I come back you can ride on my back through the sea of grass to the old dead tree logs and have a good play on the logs.  Take it or leave it this is all I’m going to do.  If you don’t like anything I said then I’m going through the sea of grass and you, Stanley, and you, Stewart, can figure out your own way back to the farm yard.”  As soon as I said that I started trotting toward the edge of the sea of grass. Keeping my nose in the air…cows, yep.  Been up on the Plateau they smell like snow, oak brush and dried grass, no calves yet, where are Foxy and Red…not here…must have left a day or so ago…faint fox smell but nothing really strong, deer…smells like Momma Deer and Princess…ah! Yes! The King Deer was here….very faint smell of those mangy coyotes.  Faint.  I’m pretty sure it’s safe to head into the sea of ….

“BOOMER!  WAIT! WE WANT TO GO WITH YOU!”

HUH!?  Oh yeah I just about forgot I had the Squirrel brothers with me.

Boomer-at-the-upper-end

“You want to go into the sea of grass?”

“YES!” Stanley and Stewart chittered at me!  “YES!  WE WANT TO GO WITH YOU!”

“Okay, are you riding or walking?”

“Is it safe?”

“Safe” I answered.

“Then we are running!” they said as they bounded by me and plunged into the sea of grass.

Stay tuned for Chapter 6 where the Squirrels have leaps and bounds of unfettered joy.

 

February Ends with a Bang–Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Snow-1

The weatherman says these snow storms are going to stay in here for a good solid week.Snow-2 With snow levels increasing to 18″ or more in some places.  We have 8″ right now.Snow-3The nice thing about this late snow is it won’t last…the warmth will return and the winds from the west will arrive.  Until then we hunker down.

Your friend,

Linda

Winter Returned—Monday, February 23, 2015

SnowIt started snowing hard yesterday afternoon flinging the snow into the night and on to the morning, where it is still snowing today.  Big soft wet flakes of pristine whiteness.

Of course there are more babies out there…we counted three, just hours old, but up and following the Mom.  That is in the bunch close to the house.  The older calf is somewhere else, I haven’t seen it this morning.

Winter has returned here.  Storm warnings are until tomorrow with 18″ on Cerro Summit.  Water should be good this year. :)

Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm,

Linda

One–February 22, 2015

CalfThere is a new little critter on the farm!  I don’t know if its a male or female, but to me it doesn’t matter.  We saw this darling little calf yesterday.

Since we are in the middle of a arctic blast, cold winds and snow flurries (it will leave out of here by Tuesday) there will probably be several more.

Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm,

Linda

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Hank Came

Hank came to visit!

Hank Puff Cake McCormick.  Well, his whole family came to visit, but I was much more interested in Hank.  Hank and I do lots of things together, he even sleeps on the back porch with me.  Hank sleeps where Fuzzy slept and I sleep where I always sleep.

The first night here Hank kept going outside and doing naughty things. The first time Hank went out and barked at the cows…Mom got up and scolded Him and made him come back to bed.

Cat

Then around mid-night Mom smelled a skunk…getting up and checking on us she saw that Hank was NOT on his side of the porch… “HANK! You get in HERE!”  She hollered.

Pole

Thankfully Hank has just gone out and was still standing on the back step when Mom called him.  Back in he came, which was a good thing, because there really was a skunk out by the trash cans.  (Hank is not known to ovoid skunks…just saying. I do—I got sprayed once.  Once was enough, I make SURE to ovoid them at all costs now.)

Huimm

The third time Hank barreled out the back door Mom was right behind him. Mom was up putting wood in the woodstove so Hank didn’t get too far out the door again.  This time Mom locked the door.  Just as she locked the door she saw the Fox move through the yard.

F!

“Oh, Hank!  What are we going to do with you?  Stay IN!”  There is too much trouble out there, for you to get into, and then have to travel all the way back to Craig.”

Hank looked at a very mad Mom, hung his head and settled in to sleep the good sleep.

The next two nights Hank was decent and didn’t barrel out the backdoor every two or three hours.  Which is a good thing, because Mom was getting very tired of his barking all night stuff.

MIDDLE DETECTION

Still we had lots of fun in the daytime, but the most fun was when Mr. Davis and his three cow dogs came through the yard to check on the cows.  Twice a day they drive through…morning and evening.  Twice a day Hank and I barked them down the lane and hollered at the three cow dogs in the back of the pick-up.

Suddenly it was time for Hank to leave.  The family packed up the van and loaded up Hank and drove down the road…sigh.

OH! Well!  He will be back, until then I’ll bark Mr. Davis and his three cow dogs down the lane and through the farm yard!

Yes I will!

Boomer

Fire Roads—Thursday, February 19, 2015

Fire-Road-1Terry and I spent yesterday sprucing up the fire roads.  We lived here for years and years and never had to have fire roads, but in 2012 all that changed.

Our neighbor two miles from us started a fire on one of his fields and left for lunch. Didn’t check or stay with it or, well, anything. From 11 in the morning until around 2 in the afternoon he didn’t even know what the fire was doing.

We did!  We knew!  And so did the other people in the path the fire.  The whole thing was frightening.  It took several fire departments to put out the blaze, which didn’t occur until evening…in the process we almost lost a barn and all the farm equipment.  Thankfully, Mr. Davis’ cows and calves were okay.  It was a nightmare day.

Guess what…the next year he sat his fire again…I just don’t get people who use fire to clear the farm ground….put it back into the soil…it’s better for the soil and the air.  Not to mention safer.

After the first fire we built fire roads, because you see, this man STILL burns off his land every spring, he says he likes the results better.  :(

MeThis is the tractor I drive, it has the loader.  The loader and Terry’s has the blade, we make a good team.  After years and years of hand signals, I think I am FINALLY figuring them out.  :)

CowsWhile up there we checked for calves, nothing yet.  I think those girls are going to all pop at the same time!  One day we will look out and see 60 babies on the ground.  There are 80 cows out there, but surely not all 80 will lay down a calf as the same time.  :)

Off today to look for a wood chipper and log splitter.  I would like the wood chipper for the two yards for mulch and Terry is tired of splitting wood by hand. We may not find one we like but at least we will start the process of looking!

Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm

Linda

Sherlock Boomer Mystery of the Disappearing Rabbits! Chapter Four

Sherlock Boomer

Mystery of the Disappearing Rabbits!

Chapter Four

 Momma Deer and Princess took off walking – pretty soon they were bounding away going so fast there was no way my short beagle legs could keep up with them.

Oh, well, that’s alright!  There are things I need to check on before I get to the Upper End.

“Boomer!”

“Hey, Boomer, wait up!  Where are you going?”  Monkey meowed at me.

Cat

“Up to the Upper End, Monk.  You had better not go with me, it’s a mile away and there are fox, badgers, raccoons, and coyotes up there.  You would NOT be safe.”

“Oh, (shudder) the Upper End.  You sure you want to go, Boomer?”

“Well, yeah.  I’m checking on the rabbits.  We haven’t had any rabbits in the corrals for a few days now; I want to see what has happened to them.”

Monkey flopped herself down and started rolling in the dirt, squirming this way and that.  Then she started batting at her tail, causing little puffs of soil to fling up and land on her face!

“Monkey, you are making a mess of yourself.  Mom will grab you before you come and give you a good brushing down.”

“Oh, well, Boomer.  Sometimes a little dirt in the fur is perfect for getting rid of itchy winter skin.”

Silly

I just stared at her as she twisted this way and that…suddenly Monkey jumped up and scrammed up the hay stack back drop and scampered to the middle of the boards.

“What’s up with you?” I hollered!

Nails

“STANLEY”!  She screamed back. As she hide behind the backstop boards.

Stanley…Oh, no! Stanley!  I turned around just in time to see Stanley and his twin brother Stewart running straight toward me!

BAM!

Both squirrels banged right into me, knocking all of us down.

“WHOA, boys! What’s the big hurry?”

“We decided to go WITH you Boomer.  All the way to the Upper End!  We’ve been wondering what has happened to the rabbits ourselves.”

I thought seriously of kicking up dust and high-tailing it out of here, but they said the magic words—rabbits.

“You’ve been wondering where the rabbits have disappeared too?”

“Yes”, they chirped in chorus.  “We haven’t seen the rabbit family for several days now—do you think the fox have eaten them?  Do you think those scheming coyotes have slipped down into the farm yard while everyone was asleep and snacked on the bunnies?”

I shuddered at the thought.  Then I started to quiver and quake, my legs got weak and I felt like falling down. Coyotes.  I’m not very brave around coyotes.  I used to have Fuzzy to help me stay safe, but now it’s just me.  All alone, I fell to the ground and lay there panting.

I looked up at those loud and noisy squirrels, they just sat there with their tails all up and forming a perfect question mark, little black shiny eyes looking right at me laying there with my head between my paws.

“Okay”, I panted, gradually getting back up, first in a sitting position, then on all four feet. “Let’s go…we MUST find out what has a happened to the rabbit family.

I reached out a paw and shook paws with Stanley and then Stewart “Okay, for now the game of Squirrels and dog is off.  From this point on we are partners in the Mystery of the Disappearing Rabbits.

Maybemice

“Partners” they both screamed!  Bounding off they scampered past Monkey who was now hiding under the hay tarp, and headed up the road.

“Hey, Wait for ME!” I barked.  “First stop at the hidey-hole by the water pipe.”

Have you ever seen a beagle run?  We are fast! First I lifted my nose to the air, gave a loud bay, then I was off!

For a short ways the squirrel brothers were ahead of me, then I put all the power in my muscles and did a flat out run.

I beat them to the hidey hole!  Tee Hee

I sat by the hidey hole for a good three minutes before they got to me.  I wanted to pant, but I didn’t want them to see me panting. So I held my tongue, so to speak.

First Stewart got to me…he stopped and rolled over on his back …he looked like a flat pancake he was so tired.  Then Stanley skidded to stop right next to Stewart and fell on the ground face forward.

“Hey, Boom!  If we are going to go with you, you can’t run so hard and fast and leave us in the dust.”

“Yes”, Stanley, huffed and puffed, if you don’t want to meet any coyotes by yourself, you are going to either wait for us or let us ride once in a while.  This was just way too much.”

Hummmm, maybe Stanley has a good thought, I mused to myself.

“Okay, from now on I’ll walk and if you get tired you can climb on my back and ride awhile.  Will that work?”

Both Squirrels pushed themselves up and stood straight and tall, together they chattered “We are with you all the way, Boomer!”

Don’t stop reading now…Chapter Five finds us at the Upper End!