The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Wet/Cold/Snow/Wind/Rain/Mud

Play I don’t have much to say today.  We, meaning Mom, Dad and Myself, are still trying to get the water down the fields, morning and night, sometimes noon and afternoon.

Snowing

I like irrigation season, but I sure don’t like this rain/snow/wind/rain/snow/mud stuff we are having now.  I still go, but I get really wet—my belly and my legs.  I need longer legs, I guess.

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(There is mud out there, don’t let this fool you.)

Anyway, it’s so nasty and wet today, Mom told me I had to STAY at the house, ON my bed, in my BEDROOM.  She didn’t know but I STAYED right by the wood stove until I heard the 4-wheelers drive into the yard, then I slipped ever so quickly onto my bed in my bedroom.

TeeHee

There I was sitting there like I was ready to go outside, just as innocent as you please.  Mom came in and gave me lots of pets and a hug; said I was a good doggie all nice and dry and warm.  I agree—good dog, dry, warm…I gave her a huge smile and a kiss on the hands!

Other than lots of sleeping, not much going on.  I think the cats have it figured out…Mom and Dad get cold, wet and muddy.  We stay warm and dry!

Sun(What we woke up too.)

Boomer

 

 

We are Frozen Here—Thursday, April 16, 2015

SnowingIt’s snowing here…giant fluffy flakes of winter’s snow.  They say we could have as much as 3 inches.  :(  The only good thing, about it being snow, is it isn’t as wet as rain.  To work in rain is the pits.  At least with the snow you only freeze to death.  The mud comes later.

11You can’t see the snow here, because it hadn’t started yet, but it is there….waiting in the clouds

10Lurking, ready to begin.  You can see the snow falling in the canyons…if there were no snow the canyons would be crisp and clear to your eye, it’s misty..either rain or snow.  Today it is snow.

8My hands are froze.  Since I set the tubes and help walk the water {Terry does all the back breaking digging and he helps walk the water} I sometimes have to get my hands in the water.  That’s why I can’t wear gloves, even plastic gloves won’t work, I’ve tried them. What I need to do is get good enough I don’t have to stop, bin over and place the tube in the water, grab the end of the tube (to form a suction) in the water, then quickly set the tube in the row.  Terry and MIsty can do it, but not I.

18Oh, well, it ’tis what it ’tis.

I have my seeds started for the year.  I hope to plant out by Mother’s Day. (who knows with this year)

19Tomatoes, water melon, flowers and other goodies, happily sprouting away.

Happy Winter, er, Spring…whatever :)  I wish all of you peace and so much love,

Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm,

Linda

 

Sherlock Boomer Mystery of the Disappearing Rabbits! Chapter 12

Sherlock Boomer

Mystery of the Disappearing Rabbits!

Chapter 12

 I started barking LOUD WARNING BARKS!  The dust from the Devil Twister started getting bigger and bigger growing into a huge circle that was about to swallow me up!

I let out a huge volley of barks and bays—MOM COME TO THE CORRALS!  MOM COME OUTSIDE BY DAD’S COMBINES! MOM HURRY DANGER IN THE COMBINE AREA!!

The dust started flinging into my eyes and my mouth; causing me to choke and sputter to a stop!

Hack, cough gag! I closed my mouth and sat down, lifting my right paw I started dabbing at my eyes so I could get rid of the dust clogging up my eyeballs.

Suddenly I felt the wind stop, but I still couldn’t see— my eyeballs were closed and I had fallen to the ground covering up each eye with my paws.  Then I FELT a shadow fall over me…HAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!  I moaned…pitifully.  OHHHHHH…I’m a goner…oh!!!

“Boomer? Why ya lying flat in the dirt with your eyes behind your paws?”

Huh?! I know that voice.  Gradually removing one paw and opening my eyelid a tiny slit I saw: “RUTH!”

I was so happy I jumped up and bayed her name, doing swirly circles as I celebrated the fact there wasn’t danger in the combine yard.  It was just RUTH!!!

“Ruth!  Did you see that horrible dirt monster flinging feathers and dust and little pebbles everywhere?  It was right here a moment ago!  Horrible dirt devil, just horrible!”  I looked around the combine yard trying to see if the dirt devil was hiding under one of the combines or next to the grain trucks.

“Dirt Devil, Boomer?  I haven’t seen any Dirt Devils since last fall, and I don’t see one now.”

“It was here, Ruth! Huge and wild and full of little bits of rocks and lots of dirt and grey feathers.”

“Grey feathers?  Did you say grey feathers?”

“Yes, it was twisting and twisting and growing bigger and bigger.  I tried to get Mom to come save the combines, but she didn’t hear me.”

“On, Boomer, tee hee, hahahahaha, bahahahaha, snort chuckle”  Ruth was laughing so hard she had tears coming out of her eyes AND she was gripping the sides of her stomach like she was having a stitch or something from laughing so hard.

“What,” I mumbled.

“That wasn’t a Dirt Devil is was ME!”

“You?”

“Yes, ME.  I was taking my morning dust bath (my morning- your late evening) before I start my work for the day, er night, er day.  Oh, you get what I mean.”

I gave Ruth a blank stare as she used the tips of her wings to wipe the tears streaming out of her eyes.

“Humph! A dust bath. What self-respecting sniffing dog would ever have guessed it was you taking a Dust Bath?”

“Oh, well,” I gave Ruth a big doggie smile. “All is well, that ends well.”

“Say, Dog?”  Ruth sort of duck walked over to me…well, Ruth waddled over to me…aaaaah, Ruth the Wise Old Owl walked over to me— “Have you found the rabbits yet.”

“No, I haven’t.  I’ve been to the Upper End, skirted the Back Forty, checked out the Equipment Storage Area, did a little run up to the Apricot Tree (where I met you by the way) and boogied myself home.  Where I arrived in just the perfect time to bark the Mail Man down the lane.  But find the missing rabbits I have not.”

“Remember, Boom Dog, you need to look for the round metal thing with green legs by the Corn Eating Dragon.  If you look there…I’m more than sure you will find the family of bunnies.” With that Ruth opened her huge (I MEAN HUGE) wings, gave a couple of flaps and lifted herself off into the early evening sky.  I’m sure she also gave a really evil chuckle as she lifted off.

 

Sigh…the evil Corn eating dragon, huge metal tub, green legs…my dream kept racing behind my eyes.  I grew faint in the legs just thinking about searching for the DRAGON!

Sitting there in the growing evening, thankfully it was still daylight, the sun wasn’t sitting just YET, but close, I almost gave up the quest to find the missing rabbits.

Then I remembered Fuzzy…Fuzzy never gave up. Heck, as Fuzzy got older I would often times take off running and barking from the dog houses to the grain bins just to play a trick on Fuzz.  He would follow right behind barking and yipping…then when he got there and figured out it was a trick—he never got upset.  Just started sniffing around to see if there was anything interesting we could check out.  ‘Never give up’ he used to say. ‘It will always turn out for the best.’

Girding myself, I sent a little prayer to Fuzz…’Hey, my old pal, if you can see me right now, I need some help.  I can’t find the rabbits—Ruth, the Wise Old Owl says there is a big green corn eating dragon next to a big metal tub on green legs I need to find BEFORE I can find the rabbits.  I need you to help me, Fuzz.  I really need your help!’

 

I was sitting there wishing for Fuzzy to appear, when Monkey showed up.  She was heading back to the house after a day of playing in the haystacks.  As I watched Monkey come toward me, I saw Sam sitting on the window sill of the barn.

“Have you found the rabbits, yet?”  Monkey walked right up to me and looked me in the eye.

“Aaaaaa no, not yet.  I have to find a big green corn eating dragon, first—then I have to find a big metal tub on green legs BEFORE I can find the rabbits.  I really don’t know where to look for a Dragon, and I really don’t know if I WANT to FIND a dragon.” I explained to Monkey.  My posture was very sad…low head, low tail, drooping ears, and downcast eyes. I stood there a very pitiful sight.

SSAM

Sam took pity on me, jumping down from his perch on the barn window sill, he walked toward Monkey and I.

“Follow me,” he said and walked right on by Monkey and I.

Monkey took off after Sam, although Monkey never runs in a straight line…up she went onto the corral fence, then she hopped over to the grain truck—“You are going the wrong direction,” Sam hollered at Monkey and kept on walking.

Wrong direction? My head perked up, I started swishing my tail on the ground and a sparkle came into my eyes: “You will go with us, Sammy-Sam?  You are not afraid of the Dragon (or round barrel)?”

“No, Boomer, I am not.  Come on…we have to go to the other side of the Butler Bins, it’s there I’m sure you will find a green corn eating….DRAGON!”  Sam pounced at me as I caught up with him.

I jumped backwards…”SAM!”

Dragon

“It’s okay, Boomer…I’ll take care of the Green Corn Eating Dragon, while I have him busy you can look in the shelter in front of the Corn Eating Dragon—I think there just might be a round green thing you can check to see if the rabbits have moved there.”

We all trotted across the farm yard, then across the road, Monkey doing zigs and zags—that cat should wear herself out, it wears me out just watching her.Monkey-in-a-tree

Continued next week…the stunning conclusion of The Case of the Missing Rabbit

To Which Man Gives His Heart—Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Farm“Let no one think that real gardening [farming/ranching/etc.] is a bucolic and meditative occupation.  It is an insatiable passion, like everything else to which a man gives his heart.” –Karel Capek 

Gradually, gradually everything is moving forward with just the right amount of speed and with few set backs.  I just about have all the winter rubbish off my yard, only one more spot to go, Terry has all the corn ground worked up and is marking out the last field even as I type this. More-last-set

The alfalfa field is receiving it’s last set of irrigation– then we move full-time to the first corn field. (Hopefully we won’t have to walk the water through the rows, but there is a possibility…when the ground is too dry-not enough snow in  the winter—the water absorbs quickly and doesn’t want to make its way down the rows. Or there is lots of trash caused by blowing winds,  then we walk each stuck furrow; making the furrow a little more wider and a little bit deeper helping the water to move on, soaking just a little bit, heading to the end of the field.  We leave the water 12 hours then move it again…in the 12 hours the rows will soak up so the set can be changed.)

hg2This is the head gate...I am terrified of the head gate, although the water isn’t high here the headgate is deep, the board you walk on has no hand railing….I just much prefer Not having to do the work on the headgate.  Although I can IF I have too.  :(

The yard is completely cleaned at the other house and I got the hoses out ready for whenever the tile lines fill up with water and I can start water down there.  My hope is the potential renters will be moved in and can run the hoses for me.  What a gift that will be.  Also, the potential renters didn’t like the bubble gum pink bedroom (for little girls) so I need to get to town soon and buy paint so I can repaint that room.  They have no children, she would like just a nice bedroom for guests.

Also, I have a new stray cat.  She is a very nice older cat, but has something going on with her eyes.  Today I will take her in an see what is wrong with her eyes and get some medicine.  The potential renter lady would very much like to have the cat after it is well.  I think that is good move for both the cat and me.  But if not this kitty can stay here and be loved.

I’ve been so busy I haven’t had time to walk the shelter dogs.  I feel really bad about that, but hope to get there this week sometime….maybe on Friday.

Thank you, once more for stopping by!

Your friend,

Linda

 

A Little of This-A Little of That—Monday, April, 13, 2015

faint-sundog.jpgAs we were finishing up the last set of the day yesterday evening, I saw a Sundog in the western sky.  It wasn’t as bright as Sundogs are in the frigid winter months, but it was still there just the same.  The old-timers say if you see a Sundog cold weather will arrive within three days.  Looking at the 10-day forecast for our area…Wednesday we will see a dramatic cool down.    Seems like this weather phenomenon going to ring true.

1The White-stemmed Evening Primroses are starting to pop out all over our rocky hillside, on the cactus hill, and the Coyote hill.  They are also showing up in the deserts all around us and between Delta and Grand Junction,Colorado.

2If you are not really paying attention, as you speed along, in your car these precious white flowers look like someone flung trash out their car windows scattering the trash everywhere.  Slowing down, or even pulling over and stopping the car, gives a person a rare treat of these lovely desert flowers.

FamilyWayne and Carolyn, Terry’s sister and brother-in-law,  stopped by for an over-night stay Saturday.  They were on their way back home to Arizona, after attending a funeral of Wayne’s Aunt.  We were very grateful they made the detour to come see us for the short-time they were in our state.

BookendsMy tremendous work load is just about to ease.  It is looking like we have potential renters for the other house.  I am crossing my fingers and toes everything works out.  I have been stretched so far I can’t even get started on my yard.

Evening-setWe finish up the irrigation of the alfalfa field tonight, then it will be only the corn field.  The irrigation of the corn field is coming along as well, it just takes time, because it is such a huge field.  Once that field gets wet, we move to the smaller field by the house…Terry hopes to plant corn the first week in May.  Boy is time flying.

Thank you for stopping by and leaving a comment or just reading.  I enjoy sharing this tiny spot of our life, on this part of western Colorado with you.

Your Friend,

Linda

 

First Irrigation of the Year—Sunday, April 12, 2015

Water-1We started the water for the first time Thursday morning around 6:00.   Terry worked at the head gate and I cleaned the ditches as the water flowed toward the fields.  I rejoiced that I had gained back my summer muscles by the time we turned on the water! You see a person must straddle the ditch, pitch fork in hand and scoop and fling out trash like crazy, then jump back to one side and rush down to a further location, straddle the ditch, and start scooping again until we get to end of our place and the water flows back into the canal.

There is always, always tons of trash in the ditches.

SetThen Terry joins me, he places the dams along the cement ditch; backing up the water. After which we start the tubes, he digs out the furrows and I start the tubes.  We must work fast or the water will back up and flood over the sides creating a mini-disaster.

Corn-waterTwice a day every day the tubes are changed….every two hours or so, the tubes are checked to make sure there is no trash in the ditch and the water isn’t running over into fields that haven’t been worked.

Racing-WaterDuring the daytime–the morning set —we are watering the corn ground —Terry likes to water-up the seeds, instead of planting and then watering.

In the evening we move the water to the alfalfa field, since it doesn’t need to be checked while we sleep.

Spring time work is always a huge, huge push.  But there are so many wonderful things about being out there on the land:  the smell of the ground as the water hits it for the first time, the extremely cold invigorating wind on your face as you drive the  4-wheeler, the warm body of Boomer as he huddles next to me using me as a shield, the peace and beauty all around, seeing pheasants rise with loud squawks and cries of alarm, if we get too close to them, watching a fox trot along the edge of the alfalfa field searching for mice, bending over and setting a tube (and it works the first time) then moving on, always staying ahead and in a rhythm, the sun coming up and starting to warm the air the land and you, shedding your jacket and feeling the sudden coolness that soon disappears as you work.

Long before we finish the  last set of the day the air starts to cool down so the jackets come back on, Boomer is tired and hangs by me all muddy and pleased with himself, the Western Meadowlarks are now silent and the Red-winged black birds chirping sleepy time calls, a little family of Kill Deer run quickly away from us, and the sun breaks forth into dazzling colors, peace and calm settle down upon the land as the life giving water flows toward the end of the field.

Last-Set-1Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm,

Linda

 

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Easter Sunday

We’ve entered my FAVORITE TIME OF THE YEAR!!! Spring Farm work!  That means, Dad, Mom and MYSELF are always, always, always out on the farm!  YAY!

Anyway, Easter Sunday was the last day we had company.  It was also the day we all headed to the Uncompahgre Plateau for the first spring picnic of the year!

Track-Practice

First things first, Blade is out for track at his local Middle School in Craig, Colorado.  Every morning he would run way up to the end of the first corn field (one mile) and then run back…he didn’t want to lose his leg and lung capacity.

Run with Hank

 

So Hank and I ran with him.  (Just between you and me…that’s HARD work!)

Easter2

Then it was time to head out for Lee’s Reservoir.

Easter-1We had a great time—I LOVED all the smells up there, just enjoyed every minute.

PaulJason’s Dad, Paul, was here and went with us.  Paul and Tally are great friends.  Tally is one of those people everyone really likes.

T

The newest dog niece came along also…meet Gypsy an American Bulldog.  I think she is an American bulldog…I might be wrong, she is a bulldog; that’s for sure.

New

Tayler (Gypsy’s kid) and Tally took outstand care of her, which worked for me.  I sure didn’t want to puppy sit.

Green

It’s been really windy for days here, but yesterday and today NO WIND! Mom said it was nice to set water in still air.  I thought it was nice to walk everywhere without getting dirt in my eyes!

Boomer

A Big Fire—Thursday, April 9, 2015

I was looking out one of the bedroom windows Sunday afternoon, thinking how much I missed the Grandchildren (they had just left, driving away, going back to their lives in Craig) when I saw a HUGE plum of smoke break out to the north west of our place.

Fire-1Just then then Misty called and said they could see a huge fire probably close to the Correctional Facility, on Sawmill Mesa road.   (Five miles away from us).

Burn-1Not wanting to be in the fire fighters way, we stayed home.  The next afternoon we took a ride over to see the damage.  It was vast.  There were still firefighters mopping up hot spots…we even saw forest fire Hot Shot vehicles along with the local fire fighter trucks.

Burn-2The fire was in the Colorado Escalate Wildlife Area.  This is the train bridge, all of us locals call it the Black Bridge.  

Later we learned that Cedaredge, Olathe, Delta, the Correctional Facility, and the Wildfire Hot Shots  were all fighting this HUGE fire.

WindThe flames were being fanned by the 40 m.p.h. winds we were having and had up until last evening around 8 p.m.  The air is calm this morning.

No structures were damaged, thankfully!  As for the cause of the fire…no one knows yet.

Today we start water on the place.  The winds have left and a cold front has replaced it.  That water is going to be cold to be putting our hands into.  But no matter hot or cold the irrigation water must go on.

I leave you now to head up to the head gate with Boomer and Terry.  It’s going to be a very busy day.

Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm,

Linda

 

Sherlock Boomer Mystery of the Disappearing Rabbits! Chapter 11

“Let’s go look around, Boom, maybe we can figure it out.”

With that Sam and I started searching …. I put my nose to the ground and started sniffing, Sam pretty much continued to just sit there watching me sniff here and there and everywhere.

Sam turned his eyes to the sky… “Hummm, Boomer?  Did you know there is an Owl sitting right on top of the Butler Bin?”

“Wha, what? Owl? OH! Hi, Ruth.”

“Sam, this Ruth the Owl.   Ruth, Sam the Cat, he is the oldest and wisest cat in the family.”

Sam backed up a little bit and raised his paw at Ruth…”Hello, Ruth.” Are you the Wise Old Owl of the farm?”

“I am,’ replied Ruth, opening her huge wings and shaking them out a little bit.

“Stop! Stop right there!” I barked.  “Don’t fly off now.  You are here, you can show me where the big Green Dragon lives.  I’ve been having nightmares about it.”

Sam turned to me with his big green eyes and gave me a look of, well, wonder… “A big green dragon, Boomer?”

“Yes, Ruth looked into the future and told me that I would find the rabbits in a round tube by the Big Corn Eating Green Dragon.”

Just then Ruth pushed off, making not a sound, but her shadow covered the sun.  Both Sam and I looked up to see RUTH FLYING DOWN BESIDE US!

“Hide me, Boomer!  Owls like to eat cats!”  Sam scrabbled over to me and scrunched up his body as close to me as possible.

“Don’t worry, Cat!” Ruth said as she silently landed right in front of me and Sam.  I’m not here to eat anyone.  I am just interested in meeting another wise animal on this farm.

“I don’t think I’m wise in the respect of you, Ruth. I think I am just wise in the ways of everyday living.  I really can’t see the future.” Sam said as he poked his head around my shoulder.

“Darn,” Ruth huffed.  I was hoping we could share notes.”

“Brilliant!” I barked!  “Yes, I can have both of you help me find the missing rabbits!”

“Ahem, Boomer!” Sam cleared his throat and stared at me.  “Not only do owls like to eat cats, they also like to eat RABBITS!”  Sam practically yelled at me.

“OH! Now that does present a HUGE problem, doesn’t it, Sam.”  I looked from Sam to Ruth and back again.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, you two.  I’m NOT going to eat the rabbits and I am NOT going eat you, Sam.”  Ruth hooted at us.  “Let’s just get over this eating thing and move forward.  I’m very interested in learning new things, to meet another Wise One is all I am interested in at the moment.  If I get hungry, I’ll head over to wood pile a snack on a couple of mice.”

“Why don’t you head over there now, grab a few clawfulls and chow down.  After you get your tummy full I’ll believe you about not being interested in cats!”  Sam gave Ruth a stern eye.

“Or the rabbits”, I bayed.

“Oh, alright!”  With a heavy sigh Ruth lifted herself up and silently flapped over to the woodpile.

More-Shadow

Sammy and I followed along and watched Ruth plucking and grabbing mice as quickly as they stuck their heads out of the holes the logs made.

Sammy put up his left front paw and started licking it then washing his face…”Just watching all that makes me think I have a dirty face.”  He said as he continued licking and rubbing his face.

“She does make it look…filling.”  I said to Sam.

Ruth finally finished and flapped over to where we were sitting.  “That was an excellent idea, a quick sort of snack in the late afternoon, which makes it an early morning meal for me, since I usually hunt at night.”

Ruth settled herself down in a fluff of feathers—“you feel safe now, Cat?’

“Why, yes I do, Owl. You did some serious damage to all those mice. Mom will be very pleased to see the demise of the mouse numbers.”

“Say, that is right!” I exclaimed…”Mom was trying to drown all the mice; the cats were killing some, and I headed to the Upper End to see if the fox would like to come down and eat as many as their tummies could hold, but you did more good than anyone or even Mom’s bucket.”

Bark-in-the-Mail

All at once we heard tires and a motor heading down the long lane toward the house…”MAIL MAN!” I bayed.  Taking off I started running toward the bridge over the canal and down the lane…I ALWAYS bark the Mail Man down the road…always!

Behind me Sammy dove into the tractor shed and Ruth lifted up her mighty wings and flew away I didn’t spend much time worrying about either one of them, I HAD to get to the Mail Man!

Mom was at the end of the sidewalk when the Mail Man and I made it into the yard.

“Good Job, Boom, Good Job! You stay here until the Mail Truck leaves. I don’t want you getting smashed by those tires.”  Mom placed her hand on my back then sat down on the sidewalk while the mail truck backed up and headed over the bridge and down the long, long lane to the road.

Darn, if Mom wasn’t home I would have barked the Mail Man DOWN the lane also.

Oh, well. Happy licks to Mom on her face and hands.  Several pets and a good belly rub for me then Mom was up walking back into the house.

I watched her go, making sure she really did go inside.  Then I picked myself up and headed back toward the Butler bins and the end of the farm yard.  I still had to find the rabbits.

Sniffing here and there I turned the corner around the barn “GOODNESS SAKES ALIVE —- A GIANT GRAY FEATHERY MONSTER was in the corrals in the middle of a devil twister!

I started barking LOUD WARNING BARKS!  The dust from the Devil Twister started getting bigger and bigger growing into a huge circle that was about to swallow me up!

 

 

Finished!—Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Resetting-Pipe!Finally we are finished with all the gated pipe!  What a long job.  Although, to be fair we didn’t work at it steady, but here and there until the wind got to be too much or we got tired.

Blade-and-Pipe

Then we would stop and go work on something else.  Blade helped us lots.  A thirteen year old boy really is a big help.

Moving-PipeThank heavens for 4-wheelers!  To have to carry… by hand… all those pipe would have been over-whelming, although, when we started out farming Terry and I DID lay the pipe by hand.

More-PipeAnyway, Thankfully we are finally done with the pipe.  NOW next step is to mark out the alfalfa, clean the cement ditch, lay out the siphon tubes and start water!  Once the water is started it won’t be turned off until harvest.

Complete

Twice a day every day (more times, if the water is short) we will change the water.  Terry says moving water is just like milking a cow…twice a day no matter what! :)

Your friend on a western Colorado Farm,

Linda