Coyotes! A Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Ten

I trotted down the side of the hill and hit the fence line in short order.  Good!  Still no smell of coyotes on the wind.  Although, to be honest the wind was coming from the South West, so if there were coyotes they would have to be in the south west some place.

The grass was tall along the fence, but since it was a four-strand barbed-wire fence—not an electric fence the tall grasses didn’t really matter.

As for being a beagle and being smaller than the grass was tall, now that was another story.

I trudged on.  Just as I was about to head up the bare side of the Cactus Hill I heard something—it was the sound of many, many feet heading up the side of Cactus Hill.  I scrunched down in the tall grass and waited.  Gradually the sound faded. I parted the tall grass with my nose and peaked to where I had heard the sounds.

Nothing.  No one or anything was there.


I followed the line of the hill with my eyes always looking up and up and upper.  There going toward the uppest point of Cactus Hill were six coyotes!  SIX!!!

I’m sorry to say I wet myself just watching them going up, upper and uppest to the point of Cactus Hill!

OH! MY! HEAVENS!  I WANT MOM!  I WANT DAD! I WANT OUT OF HERE!  I fell to ground, causing the very tall grass to cover me up; hiding my white beagle fur.

I lay there panting…I so wanted to bay and holler for Mom and Dad, but I knew they wouldn’t hear me I was way, way, way over here and they were way, way, way over there—in the house—with the windows shut—and not only that in bed  A SLEEP!  They would NOT hear me ever!


Gradually I got my courage up, peaked to the top of hill, saw the coyotes—they were arranging themselves in some sort of pattern.  First they circled around and around, then one of them would walk to the point of the knob, suddenly one of the others would come up to that one and sort of bark/growl at the one on the point.  This kept going on for some time.   Realizing they were having some sort of argument I decided I could continue slipping through the tall grass, along the fence line, and head over to the other draw; crawl through the cattails, then make it to the second fire road.

The second fire road was built along the side of Coyote Hill, but that didn’t matter.  If I slunk along in the shadows of the hill side I should be able to come up on top then trot over to the farm road by the dirt irrigation ditch.  If I can get there I can make it HOME in 30 minutes or I can make back to the hen house in 15 minutes.

I slithered along the fence line…yes I really did…I slithered along, counting myself lucky every time I made it to a fence post.  Once I got to the fence post I checked my distance from the snarling pack outlined on the point of the hill.

Gradually they started to grow smaller and smaller.  It was about that time I realized I had reached the second FIRE ROAD!


I made a dash to the bottom of the fire road and lay panting alongside a big old rabbit brush.  I was wore out!

Cropped Coyote

I lay there, body all stretched out; tongue dripping saliva onto the dirt, when the meanest, baddest, biggest, ugliest coyote broke through the Chico brush heading toward the snarling pack up on the point of Cactus Hill. The meanest, baddest, biggest, ugliest coyote was THORINA!  And her HUGE! GIGANTIC! COLOSOUL MATE!  My beagle heart was pounding so hard I was sure she could hear it. Thorina is the mate to Thor they are legendary in these parts for killing more chickens, turkeys, cats and a stray dogs than any other lean-limbed, long-haired, scruffy-tailed, yellow eyed, slobbering, hungry-looking coyote around.












Coyotes! A Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Eight


I made my way west, only glancing back once when Mom called me to go home.  After that I ignored her and trotted on.  The smell was getting stronger. It was a smell I had somewhere in my memory banks, but for the life of me I could not place it.

Sniffing here and there I made my way to the edge of the knoll whereby the old Apricot orchard ended.

The smell also end!!!!

What?!?  I sniffed backwards—yes, there it was.  I sniffed forward and it died.  Just died.  Nothing. I sniffed sideways…first the left, then the right.


I came back to the ending spot and sat down.  Nothing.

Gone! Vanished!

Well, now I had two choices…head back home, head back to the chicken house, go on over the knoll and see if there was anything happening down by the little creek, take a nap.

Oh! Wait!  That was more than two choices!  I think what I’ll do is head back to the chicken house and do a stake out.

A stake out is where someone—me, in this case, picks a really hidden spot to watch something.  I decided that was what I was going to do.
Loping back to the hen house I started skirting around to see if there was a good place for me to hunker down, a place close enough to the door of the hen house, but not so close my beagle scent waved out before me.

I first checked in with Romeo the horse…his barn shared a wall with the chicken house.

I sniffed every corner of the barn, checked into his stall and feed bunk…which, by the way, made him snuff on me!

Just having that HUGE horse head come down and blow soft horse air all over my body sent chills of fear down my backbone.

Jumping up and scampering to the open door I bayed back to Romeo: “You guard your barn!  I’ll find another place to check out!”

Horses, like cows, have a tendency to, well, ALARM me!!!

I skedaddled on around the barn, slipped under the corrals and headed to the BACK of the barn.  The back of the barn is the dog kennels.

This is the daytime home of my dog cousins…their nighttime home is in the house with my oldest human sister and Jason, and the two cats, Twister and Willow.

The dog kennel is also on the back side of the hen house.

The dog kennel has dog shelters separated so each dog has their own space and then a huge (!) Gigantic (!) Humongous (!) grass area that is fenced off from the alfalfa—“horse”—pasture and the old apricot orchard.  You see this keeps the dogs IN and those bovine monsters out.  It also keeps Romeo out, he would probably come in and hang out with the dogs, but his Mom doesn’t want a horse in with dogs.

I walked through the gate into the dog shelter and kennel.

Now, let’s see—we are now on the back side of the horse barn and the hen house….I sniffed all around the edges of the buildings.  Nothing.  No other scent but dogs! Dogs and dry dog food….and, sniff, sniff… DOG BONES!!!

OH, yum!…six dog bones with the marrow still in them.  I grabbed the biggest one…probably Rocky’s.  Rottweilers need big bones, they have BIG jaws…beagles need BIG bones, because…well, JUST BECAUSE!!

I took the big bone way over to south side of the dog kennel, laid down under the Blue Spruce and started gnawing away!

After all being on a stake out can be very boring.  Having a little snack helps pass the time.

While I chewed I heard the coyotes howling up on Coyote Hill.  Then I heard the coyotes running down below the knoll…which reminds me…if I had gone on down the knoll to see if I could pick up that unusual scent I would have BEEN DOWN THERE when they decided to go hunting!


I kept gnawing away until my jaws got tired, then my teeth got tired, finally I decided to take a nap.  This stake-out stuff can really get boring.

While I was sleeping I dreamed I smelled something.  Just dreaming about smelling something woke me up!

YES!  The smell is right outside the gate to the dog kennels.  I rose silently to my paws, gave my body a little shake, stretched ever so carefully, then started stealthily walking toward the gate and the smell.

Careful, carefuller, carefullest I crept through the gate…there it was walking past the semi—Jason parks his semi next to the dog kennel, I snuck up slowly, slowly….crept under the semi, came out on the other side of the semi and saw…

What is this thing


I don’t know!

As soon as I got from under the semi the thing


picked up feet and zipped out of the yard, across the road and into the neighbors place and was gone!

I have no idea what I just saw or anything!  I plopped my tail end down and just sat there, well, really stunned!




Coyotes! A Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Five

I scrabbled to the other side of the creek, drug my soggy body up and over the bank and took off running! That nasty green fog was still hanging around; even covering the creek.  I didn’t want or need a good scolding and an even bigger scrubbing, from Mom so I was high-tailing it out of there!!!


I was running for all I was worth, when suddenly a loud BELLER sounded in my ear causing me to crash into some pretty hairy black legs.

I crashed into those very hairy black legs because I kept looking back trying to make sure I was outrunning the horrible green mist that skunk blasted the whole area with.  PLUS getting a BELLER in the ear is enough to cause anyone to stumble and fall!  Just say’n!

Picking myself up (AGAIN)!  I looked up and up and up right into the face of NUMBER 8!  The meanest, orneriest, she devil of a cow, on our whole place!

I’ve have to put ole Number 8 in her place a few times—the latest one was when I was trying to solve the mystery of the Missing Rabbits—but this time I do believe she had the advantage on me.

I looked up, way up, way, way, up into her bovine eyes and saw they were RED and not brown and they GLOW in the dark!

Suddenly she lowered her head and gave me a huge butt on my side. Flinging me up into the air causing me to roll toward the green fog!  I leaped up and charged right at her (hoping against hope I was doing this right…boy, it would be nice if Fuzzy was here right now—he would know how to manage this old bitty)

Nope!  Not a good idea she flung herself around and gave me a furious kick with one of her hind feet!  Since I seemed to be losing I sat up a howled to see if I could wake-up someone in my human sister’s house.  Then I let out a volley of barks complete with vicious growls in-between. I was so loud I figured I would even wake-up Mom and she would come rescue me.

Then Number 8 gave another beller and headed right toward me…it had become a Fight unto Death!

Just then a light came on in my human sister’s house and Rocky the Rottweiler bounded out of the back door roaring at the top of his lungs.   Then I heard the humans heading toward the horse corral and the back pasture…suddenly “BAM” a gun went off! The explosion from the gun lite up the night, blinding me for a second or two.


What the?!?!? Naughty Number 8 was so scared she must have jumped ten feet in the air and galloped off to what was left of the Apricot orchard. Romeo, the horse, tore out of his barn neighing loudly, then Molly and Houston joined the two humans in their dash to the corrals and (the chicken house, I might add) baying and howling right along with Rocky.

I could hear my human sister exclaiming—“It must be coyotes!  They must have tried to get into the hen house! Keep the gun ready in case they are still there!”

I sat down and waited.  I was rather sore and tired and pretty over-whelmed myself.

In two seconds flat they were here, two humans, three dogs and me.  “Boomer what are you doing down here and not home!” my human sister puzzled.

I got up and headed toward her, limping on all fours and dragging my tail, I wasn’t sure if I was going to get in trouble or a pat on the head.


“Oh, you are hurt!  What is Mom going to say about you, phew-u, something smells like a skunk.  BOOMER! Were you chasing a SKUNK!”  She removed her hand quickly.

“I think he must have been down here checking on the hen house” Jason said.  “Come on dogs! Let’s go look at the chicken house. See if a skunk was trying to get in.”

We all trotted over to the hen house.  “You smell pretty, um…nasty in a good sorta way, Boomer.” Huston said as she trotted along side of me.

“Yeah, well, I ran into a skunk at the creek.”

“What were you fighting, Boom?”  Rocky gave me a little push with his nose—‘Coyotes?”

“No, that mean on bitty of cow, Number 8….the one that will take on anything even mountain lions.  The Boss Cow of the herd!”

“Oh, my goodness….shine your flashlight over here…Look at all the hoof prints and dog/coyote prints.”  They are EVERYWHERE.  “I think the Boss cow must have been protecting the herd from the coyotes and in turn must have protected the hen house”….my oldest human sister’s voice sounded pleased at the thought.

“Sometimes human’s just don’t get what is really going on” Rocky patted me on the back.  “But we do! Well done, Beagle, Well done!”

I high-pawed him back, shook my body off…goodness I was sore! I think every bone in my body ached.

“Gotta move on now! I lowered my pretend cowboy hat, gave each of my dog cousins that look and headed home.  I had, had enough for the night.


Coyotes! A Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Four

Ruth flapped her wings and headed up to the sky as I picked up my paws and headed toward the pasture behind the dog kennels at my oldest human sister’s house.  The night was still dark, but I knew there would be a time when daylight would start seeping into the dark blue sky.

“You say they buried the two hens, slurp, slurp, in the pet graveyard behind the barn?”  Ruth called down to me.

“RUTH!” I exclaimed in alarm. “Just WHAT are you thinking?”

“Oh, nothing…but I do like chicken dinners, and they are Are dead aren’t they?  You have paws and are very good a digging up things.  Besides, slurp, slurp, lick, drool,  I really haven’t found anything to eat tonight….” Ruth’s voice sort ‘a trailed off as she flapped gently over-head.

Ruth was flying slowly so I could keep up with her.  She can cover lots of territory with her big wings I never could with my short Beagle legs.

“Concentrate, Ruth!  Concentrate on the crime.” —I growled at her.

“Sorry Beagle I just can’t right now, my stomachs growling and my mind can’t get off the thought of food.  You head on over to the pasture and I’ll take myself up to the Flats, just before Deadman’s Land and try to get some supper.  I’ll meet up with you after I dine.”  With that she was gone.

I sat down and watched her fly off, I couldn’t watch long, because it was night, after all, and she started blending into the dark in a short while.

I sat there a little longer thinking through just what might have gotten into the hen house…we have lots of predators around here: coyotes, raccoons, skunks, badgers, fox, dogs, cats, just to name a few.

Well, I’m not sure who or what got into the hen house and did all that damage, but I’m going to do my best it doesn’t happen again.

I stood up and shook myself off.  Everything is quiet, although I could hear a few coyotes, but they are not anywhere close.

Searching for

I put some speed into my walk and trotted on over to the alfalfa pasture.  That’s what we call the pasture behind the dog kennel, The Alfalfa Pasture.  Many, many years ago, long before my Mom and Dad started farming here, this place was the farm of Dad’s Granddad.  The Alfalfa Pasture was an apricot orchard at that time, then my Dad’s Uncle tried to plant alfalfa in among the apricot trees so he could have pasture for his horses.

Well, you see, time moves on the trees got old and some of them died out, Dad’s Uncle removed the dead trees, tried to plant more alfalfa, then the grass started taking over the field, until today, there are scatterings of apricot trees, lots of grass and clumps of wild alfalfa everywhere.    So that is why we call the pasture, behind the dog kennel, the Alfalfa Pasture.  My oldest human sister’s horse, Romeo gets to keep that pasture mowed down.  It’s a win-win for everyone.

Skunks, I thought to myself…pretty strong possibility there of skunks killing chickens, they love eating chickens. Maybe I ought to skirt around the barn, and the pet graveyard, and see if there are any skunks down at the creek, which runs through the other horse pasture.  I know of several places skunks they could den up.  If I find skunks there I can for sure put them on the list.

Turning my trot to a run, I headed up the hill around the barn, on to the pet graveyard—as I passed the pet cemetery I slowed down to a stop for a spell.  I gave a silent little prayer for all my friends and not-friends who rest there.  Then shaking my head I picked up speed until I got to the horse pasture.


I was sniffing around, poking my nose here and there when suddenly my nose rammed into something furry.  I raised my head and saw… Low and behold, a large furry, black and white SKUNK!!!  Looking right at me.  Head to head, mind you…nose to nose.

THANK HEAVENS it was nose to nose, I thought!

“Er, hum, cough, sorry skunk….didn’t mean to startle you.  I was just checking to see if ….NO, Don’t Turn around…”


I started back peddling as fast as I could. My front end was going backward so fast I tripped on my tail and fell over in a heap, causing me to roll down into the creek.

Just as I rolled backwards I saw a greenish yellow fluid come out of the back end of that skunk.  Then as I hit the water and rolled under almost drowning myself, I saw that ornery skunk wag his big fluffy tail and me and saunter off.

Coyotes! A Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter Three

I spent all day the next day thinking about that awful murder down at the other house.  It was just terrible…blood everywhichwayandup, feathers from kingdomcome, Molly and Houston’s pitiful plea for me to help.

I paced and paced trying to think of the best way to attack the problem.  Er, hum, no…to approach the problem.

Nothing. I really couldn’t come up with a solution or a method or, well anything.

Then last night I tossed and turned and wiggled and twisted trying to get to sleep.  My brain just would NOT shut off.

I looked at the problem for here and there and everywhere.  Finally, after Mom and I got back from our mid-night walk I just stayed outside.  Mom asked me if I wanted to come in…. “Come in, Boomer.  It’s cold outside.”  I just sat on the back patio and whapped my tail.   Mom went in then came back out and called to me to come in.  I just climbed onto the soft lawn chair and whapped my tail.

“Oh! Okay, you want to stay outside. You can, but I won’t know when you want back in so you will have to sleep in your dog house.” She said.

I just stared at her.

Then she shut the door and left.

Now it was just me outside and my restless thoughts.


I had no clues, no leads, nothing.  I jumped down off the soft lawn chair and padded out to the grain bins.  Maybe my thoughts would become clear once I got away from the confines of the farm house, the farm yard, and all the farm buildings. You see the grain bins are the last buildings on the farm, right after them the fields start, then way to heck and yonder is the Upper End, the Back Forty, Sagebrush Hill, the equipment parking areas, Rocky Point Hill, all the dips and hollows, and (shudder) Coyote Hill where the coyotes like to hang out and sing to the dark of the moon.

Contrary to what I’ve heard I never have heard the coyotes sing to a full moon…that’s when they hunt.  They do laugh in glee when they make a kill, but they don’t sit on the point and sing to the full moon.  BUT THEY DO sit on the point and sing in the DARK of the Moon.  Freaks me out.

Their voices go for miles and miles.


Anyway, there I sat, just staring off toward Houston’s and Molly’s house.  I really can’t see their house, I can see the white fence surrounding the house and all the trees in their yard, but I know what’s there.

Still feeling restless I picked up my paws and started walking down the farm road by the gated pipe, maybe an idea will come to me.  Here is what I know about the homicides:

  1. It happened IN the chicken house
  2. It happened sometimes between dark and daylight
  3. My oldest human sister locks up the chickens every night
  4. Three hens were ‘done in’
  5. Two of the hens had their heads taken off and the heads hauled away
  6. One whole hen was hauled away
  7. The away part has me puzzled
  8. Getting in the locked, wooden hen house has me puzzled
  9. Makes me wonder if whoever it was, was locked in WITH the chickens
  10. I don’t think it was coyotes, not how they operate at all

Whew!  That makes me feel tons better. Okay, I’m pretty sure it’s not coyotes.  So just who was it.

I sat down at the end of the gated pipe, right at the corner where the farm road turns and heads south toward the back reaches of the property.

The sky was a deep dark blue, the stars brilliant pinpoints of light and the moon a silver crescent of horns.  I put my nose to the west wind and sniffed, maybe whomever it was, was out there messing around the hen house right now and I could captured a sniff of them with my very sensitive beagle nose.  Beagles have VERY sensitive noses and can smell many things other dogs (accept other hounds) can’t smell.  That’s MY opinion, Thank you very much!

Then it hit me…a feeling of such over-whelming sadness I couldn’t help myself, I formed my long beagle mouth into a tiny o and sang a mournful song to the heavens. I sang a longtime.  While I sang I asked Fuzzy if he would help me figure out this terrible crime.  Then I stopped and just sat there.

Suddenly I felt a shadow slide coldly over my beagle body, I jumped up ready to run for my life, when Ruth glided down and touched me with one of her wing tips.

I jumped so high I actually just about jumped OVER Ruth!


(Photo by Linda Pierson.  Used with her permission.)

“Hey, dawg! What’s up?”  Ruth sorta fluffed up her feathers and gave herself a good shake as she settled down on to the ground.

“RUTH!  You HAVE TO STOP SCARYING ME!” I growled at her.

“Oh settle down, owls can’t be loud, they aren’t made that way.  What’s going on anyway, Boomer?  Your song was so painful and sad I just had to come check you out!”

After I spilled everything to Ruth and told her my dilemma of not knowing what my next step would be; Ruth put a wing around my shoulders and stared over at the other house with me.

“Well, I suppose, Boomer…you and I have to case to solve.”

I bounced up and down…”I don’t have to do this alone?”

“No you don’t, Boomer, with your nose and my brain, we will figure this out.”


Joy of joys miracles do happen!



Coyotes! A Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter Two

Chapter Two


I woke up to a beautiful sun shiny day!  The sky was going to be blue, the sun not quit up, but there wasn’t a cloud in the sky; Mom was in the kitchen cooking breakfast.

Breakfast!  Yummy!  I love breakfast. I always get one turkey sausage patty, while the cats get ½ can of canned cat food each.  I get my ½ can of dog food at lunch. Of course we all have kibble free for the taking all the time.  But I stopped eating that dry stuff as soon as I figured out the COWS were back on the place!  YIPPEE!

Of course, now the cows and their kids are gone.  Sure was a sad day to see them leave.  I would take a journey out the all the pastures, the different fields…wherever the cows have been and look for BEEF JERKY AND MILK DUDS!!!

Well, anyway.  I used too.  Then yesterday Mom was brushing me down…I’m losing all my winter fur, so Mom helps my fur loosing along by brushing me.  That feels sooooooo good.  Sometimes, when I’m laying on my side and Mom is brushing my side and tummy I kick my leg, trying help her scratch it feels so darn good!

So while Mom was brushing me down, she said something to the effect that she thought I had put on weight this winter.  After she got done with the brushing she picked me up and made me stand on her weigh scale.  As soon as I could I jumped off and plopped myself down and whapped my tail on the floor, a big grin on my face.

Not bad for an almost twelve year old dog, don’t you know. I can still run and jump and leap with the best of them.  I tried to tell her.  But she looked sorta glum and then said something with the word DIET loud and clear in it.

I’ve had DIET before and DIET is NOT a fun thing. Ever!  Seems like when DIET ever comes up in relation to me it means….NO FOOD!!  It’s like she STARVES ME TO DEATH!  Totally!  Starves me!!!

So here it was a beautiful day, breakfast was being prepared, the cats were slurping down their meal, Dad was eating his breakfast and Mom came over to where I was patiently waiting and gave me A HALF A SAUSAGE!

A HALF!  I woofed it down and then looked at Mom all expectant, wagging my tail just right, but she just petted me on the head, gave me a kiss on the nose and said…”Sorry, Boomer.  But you must lose three pounds!  Your month long snacking on rich foods has shown up on your beagle body.”

I was stunned!  Stunned! Giving everyone a dirty look I pushed open the back porch door and went outside.  I’ll show them.  I won’t stay in there and let them see me starve one second longer.

Taking myself out to the old corn field I cocked my head to one side….Molly, my dog cousin who lives with my oldest human sister is baying something to me.  I trotted on over to the ditch that separates the old corn field from the old pinto bean field and gave a bay back…”WHAT’S UP, MOLLY!”  I bayed.

“Come over here, Boomer.  Bring your Mom….someone broke into the chicken house and killed three of my Mom’s big fat hens.  Hurry Boomer!  There is blood everywhere!  One hen is completely gone, the other two have lost their heads.  The hen house is mess!”

About that time I heard our back door open and Mom come out.  She started hollering for me—“Boomer, come, we need to go down to Shannon’s, something got into the hen house last night.  Hurry Boomer.  Come On!”

I put the metal to the pedal and ran as fast as my legs could carry me. (ufff I do think Mom is onto to something, my body is really heavy and hard to get to going very fast.)


Mom and I got down there pretty quick, she picked me up and put me on the back of her four-wheeler and sped toward the hen house.

Sure enough the hen house was a huge mess, feathers everywhere, blood every which way and even up.  My human sister had ran all the other chickens out of the chicken house so there was just the two headless chickens in there and us…Mom, Shannon, myself and Molly.


Molly and I sniffed all over the two bodies, then sniffed all over the chicken house, we were trying to see if we could pick up the trail of whoever did this dastardly deed.

Suddenly Molly sneezed!  A Huge Feather flying sneeze, then I was sneezing…the chicken dust, the chicken manure, and the chicken feathers where flying ever where while Molly and I sneezed and sneezed and sneezed.

“Come doggies! Get out of here.  You can’t find out anything by smelling the hen house.”  Molly’s mom shooed us out of the hen house, then she told Molly to get in the pen with the rest of my cousins and Mom told me to get on the four-wheeler and wait for her.

While Mom and Molly’s Mom gathered up the two hen bodies and took them to pet cemetery Molly stuck her nose through the pen and said:  “Boomer, you have to do something.  You HAVE to find out who crept into the hen house last night and killed three of my Mom’s chickens.”

“Yeah, Boomer”, Houston stuck her nose through the wire “we have to stay in the pen, or be with Mom in the house, unless we are on a walk or a run.  You HAVE to help our Mom find out who broke into the hen house.”

I sat there on my seat on the back of the four-wheeler and just stared at them…they are wanting me to find something mean and hungry and willing to sneak onto a farm to break into a chicken house…


I looked at them in dismay.  Another sigh, “Okay! I barked back.  I will try!”

Then Mom was back and we were heading home.


What have I gotten myself into I wondered to myself as we bounced along the ditch bank road to our farm yard.



Plowing—It’s the Only Way to Go—Sunday, March 20, 2016

Plowing-2Terry started plowing the old corn fields


Burying the old stalks, leaves, left over cobs, and cow manure….oh yes!  And the MILK DUDS…back into the ground to mellow out and decompose.

Plowing-3 I must say I am Tickled to Death about the Milk Duds, Beef Jerky and other assorted ‘chews’  NOT readily available for Boomer.

RichAlthough, he still goes out and tries to find them, they are now in the rich soil doing wonders for the earth worms and not Boomer’s tummy!


SmilesHe gained three pounds during this February…now he is on a diet.  One I’ve imposed and one the plowed earth took away.  Three pounds is huge on a 35 pound Beagle!

GoldI finished all but one big spot of work last night in the sunset.  Which, by the way, was stunning.

Have a good one, my friends!


Coyotes! A Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter One

We were sitting on the outside chairs, as the dusk thickened into night the cats and I.  Just taking it easy…waiting for Mom and Dad to come home.  They had left for town some time ago, like in the middle of the afternoon, and had been gone For Ever!

Like I said, it was getting dark…the stars were starting to pop out, the moon was making a sorta, kinda, little bit of a shiny silver over the mountains in the east, the birds were silent, just our breathing-in out, in out, in out……zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.  My eyes closed…hummmmmmmmmmmmmzzzzzzzz.

Then I heard it!

Down at my human sister’s house! My human sister lives across the field from us, in the house the little kids used to live in.  The little kids and their parents, my other human sister and my human brother-in-law moved with the little kids to someplace in by the North Pole.  (I think it was the North Pole, Hank, their dog and my buddy, says there is ice and snow and wind and very bitter cold up there. Hank is ALWAYS excited to get back here to see me and his dog cousins who now live where Hank used to live.)

Coyote yells! 

The two cats scrammed into my dog house!  Let me tell you those cats can mooooooove!  Just the faintest of coyote yaps and they claw their way onto the back porch screen door and hang there yowling until Mom or Dad comes and lets them in.  Of course Mom and Dad weren’t home so they boogied as fast as their cat legs could take them into my dog house and made sure the flap closed behind them.


To be honest I really thought about joining them, but Sam was blocking the door with his body and wouldn’t let me in.  I tried pushing with my nose, but Monkey got right next to Sam and helped Sam push back.


Hum! Stuck! I guess I’ll just climb back up on the futon and hang out there.  I’m not afeared!?!!!!

Now that my bestest buddy in the whole wide world has passed on over the rainbow bridge it really is up to me to be the (shudder, shake, quiver) guard dog of the farm.

When Fuzzy was alive Fuzzy and I would answer those coyote howls, bark for howl until Dad would come out and holler at us.  Then Dad would figure out we were matching the coyotes over there in side pasture and call us in.  Sometimes he would go out with his gun and shoot at the coyotes, but only if they were in the fields next to our house!  Fuzzy was always a little reluctant to come in, but NOT ME!!!  I would be inside as soon as Dad came Outside.

But now, Fuzzy isn’t here, and I am.  And Mom and Dad are not!  So that leaves ME!  Boomer, the beagle, sometimes known as Beaglie!

I was sitting there on the futon staring over to the pasture—-you really can’t see the pasture from our place, there are two huge fields between us and the other house, BUT I know just where to stare because I have super ears that hear very well.  Just so you know, the pasture is behind and to the side of Romeo’s corral.  Romeo is my human sister’s paint horse.  He’s a really nice horse…rather likes me, gives me sniffs and lets me walk right beside him, pretty nice horse.

The side pasture is also alongside and in the back of all the dog cousin’s pen. The dog cousins have a really nice yard, with each dog (there are six) having large roomy pens to live in when they are not working.  The dog cousins are all hounds, except Rocky and he is a Rottweiler.  Rocky is a guard dog, but a really nice guard dog…Dad says he would lick you to death and invite you in.

But on this night…the dog cousins were with their Mom and Dad up in the mountains camping.  That means Mom and I are in charge of their place —Romeo the horse, 19 chickens, and two cats, Twisty and Willow.

That’s a lot of responsibility for one, all-by-himself-beagle!

I listened to the coyotes for a while…a long spell…a really long time.  They didn’t sound like they had made a kill, nor did they sound like they were moving closer to the other house.  Finally it sounded like they were moving away…heading down the draw and up into No-Man’s Land right where the draw starts.


Good! Everything is safe and sound.  Along about the time the coyotes headed up the draw and into No-Man’s Land I saw a car coming down our long, long, long lane.  I listened really close to the sound of the car to see if it was Mom and Dad coming home!

Left in the Dust

YAY! It Was!  I raced over the bridge to meet them and welcome them home.  By the time they got in the yard the cats were out of my dog house milling around the back door meowing to get in.

Dad got out and headed into the house-the cats beating him in.  Mom told me to jump in the car.  “We have to go lock up the chickens down at the other house.” She said.

I jumped in and we drove off.  Once there Mom checked everything, petted on Romeo, fed him, checked on the cats on the front porch, gave them food and water,  then she walked into the chicken house…I wasn’t invited…counted all the sleeping chickens…18 hens and one rooster!  Shut the coop door and we loaded up and headed home to bed.

Back home I headed to my special spot on the back porch…I have the most wonderful bed in the whole house…two very soft memory foam dog bed piled on top of each other.  I have two because one was Fuzzy’s.  Mom got us those when Fuzzy’s hips started hurting him.  They are sooo soft…I don’t even have to do the circle around three times thing I usually do; I just lay down with a huge sigh (I’m not so young anymore either…heading toward 12 next year) and go to sleep.

Sleep is a good thing.  Tomorrow I’ll think about those coyotes, but not now all is good on the farm.

My Boomer



The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Good-Bye


See ya next year!

WHEREI was out and about checking the happenings on the farm, about three o’clock in the afternoon, when I started hearing lots and lots of hollering…





The racket was LOUD!  So I trotted over to the old pinto bean field to see what was happening.


HUH?!?!  WHAT!  The cows are leaving!


I saw Mr. Davis, Mrs. Davis, and his daughters– Teresa and Rose– sorting the ‘almost-to-be-mommas’ from the already had babies mommas, then herding them to the gate to the road!


And DOWN the road.


I barked and hollered back at them—BYE, I don’t want you to leave, BYE!  I’ve enjoyed having you here!”


Then the next day the Davis’ were all back…this time they separated the older calves from the just born calves, or the calves that were less than a week old.


Driving the babies and their moms over to the pinto bean field, then through the gate…and they were gone also.


This morning, as Mom was putting all the cats outside with me, Mr. Davis and Teresa stopped and said in two or three days they would have all the cows out.  They want to give the babies a chance to be strong enough to walk to the pastures by their ranch house.

I heard Mom say she would let Terry (Dad) know.  “Thank you.  It’s always nice to have the cows and calves on the place.” She told Davis’.

With a smile and a wave from everyone the Davis’ were off.  So was I…they have a cool dog in the back of the truck…we have major bark-offs as he drives away.



The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—We Slid into Spring

These days are wonderful!  Mom and Dad, the cats and yours truly—BOOMER the Beagle, have been spending every minute of the day outside doing all sorts of things.


Dad works on his ‘stuff’,

Mom is working on raking around all the outbuildings, the chicken house, the three woodpiles and is heading over to the equipment storage area and the corrals next!

The cats hang around outside and act pitiful.  Just pitiful…gosh, geez, they are outside and the wind blows and messes up their fur, and there is no really comfy bed to lay on, whine, whine, whine.

I get sick of it!


Now ME!  I go out the first rattle out the box every morning.  First light!  And I don’t come back in until the sunsets.  (By that time I’m ready to come in.)

I can’t linger too long in the house, you know…there is a whole farm of snacks out there…first I go out and get snacks.  Then I bring them in and toss them around on the grass for a spell.  After that I EAT them.  Then I take a nap.  After my nap I repeat my run to the fields.

I used to try and bury my snacks…way back when I was new here, but when I went to UNbury them they were gone.  Just Gone! So now I drag them into the yard.  I used to drag them in arrange them in areas….beef jerky here, milk duds there.  But when I was out getting more Mom would come by and gather them all up into a sack and take them to the trash barrel!!!!!

(I have to be wary of rain…for some reason rain melts my milk duds so I try to bury them under leaves and weeds in Mom’s flower beds. Mom doesn’t like that either.  Go figure.)

Mom gathering up my snacks and destroying them Horrifies me!  So now I scatter them here and there and everywhere.  Mom still tries to get them all picked up, but she misses some.  Tee Hee.  Those are the ones I snack on when she isn’t looking.



I repeat this off and on all day.  I want a nice pile of snacks, for when the cows leave in the next couple of weeks.