Ruth fluttered off the big rock landing right alongside me. “Lay down dog, put you head on your paws and stay there until I tell you sit back up.” Placing a wing at the tip of my nose she started walking down the farm road…”ten, eleven, twelve” we heard her count. “Come stand here Stanley,” Ruth called to Stanley. Stanley turned stunned eyes toward her and started shivering and shaking all over.
“Go ahead, Stanley” I nudged Stanley gently with my nose—“DON’T MOVE, BOOMER!” Ruth squawked at me. “Go!” I said… “Let’s see what she is up to…we might get this cased solved quickly and can head back home.”
Stanley drug himself slowly toward Ruth, when he got there, Ruth took both her wings and pushed Stanley onto the spot where she was standing. Then she took off walking again, counting under her breath until she got to twelve once more. “Now you, Stewart, shuffle your little feet over here and stand right in this spot.”
I gave Stewart the signal to go, which he did; head hanging down just sure he was heading toward his doom.
“Okay”, Ruth started walking until she got 12 more steps under her. “Here is where we are…”See this big rock is one spot, Boomer you are another spot, Stewart and Stanley, you each have a spot. If we were to draw a line from each of you to around to the rock we would have a circle.”
“Yes! That’s right!” we three chorused!
“Okay, now that we have a circle we are protected from the monster. I’m going to stand in the circle, turn around three times, then stand still and see if I can see just what is the black hairy monster, or if not that, if it is still on the farm and where to find him.”
“W-w-will it come get us”? Stanley voiced quivered as he asked the question, which was on all our minds.
“No, we are protected by the magic circle, I just told you so “Ruth turned disgusted eyes upon each one of us in turn.
“No shhhhhhhhhhh, I have work to do.”
Ruth slowly closed her eyes, lifted her wings to full span, and started turning slowly, slowly, slowly—muttering under her breath…something we couldn’t hear. Even, I with my very sharp beagle ears.
Once, twice, three times. Ruth gradually stopped, first at Stanley, then turned a little more and stopped at Stewart, then turned the last time stopping at me. Then she raised her wings high up in the air and slashed them down, folding them to her side —- whereby she promptly fell over.
I jumped to my feet and ran to Ruth, nudging her with my nose I tried to see if she was okay. Stanley and Stewart right to me and climbed onto my back. “WHAT HAPPENED?” What Happened, Boomer?”
“I don’t know”, I pushed my nose into Ruth’s body and gave a little shove, that’s when we could hear Ruth snore. “Oh, I guess, she got tired. It is day time and she is a night owl…Ruth is sleeping.”
“Sleeping! YAY! The squirrel brother jumped off me and scampered onto the big rock, running here and there, through the grass up on the old logs rotting close by they played and laughed and ran with great glee!
I sat there a very long time, just watching Ruth sleep and the squirrel brothers dashing from rock to log, through the grass, up on a stump and thought to myself: Shish! I’m bored!
Just about that time Ruth rose up from her very dusty bed on the road, gave her bird body some rather vigorous shakes (Which flung feather every which way), then shook out here massive wings, flapped them several times, then blinked her gigantic, big, huge yellow eyes at me and said: “You have a couple of feathers stuck to your nose, Boomer?”
“Well, of course I do, Ruth…you just got through throwing feathers and dust all over the place!” I gave a big sneeze, causing the feather to fly up into the air, then gently float back down.
“Well, enough of that, Boomer. I know just what we are supposed to do now. I saw the big black hairy thing and it/he/she is over on the Sage Brush hill hiding next to an old Coyote Den. “Come on follow me” Ruth lifted herself straight up in the air and took off over the Upper End, then over the small swamp, up to the little creek and right onto a Russian Oliver tree way, way, over there on the Sage Brush Hill.
Geez, I thought to myself. Sure it’s easy if you have wings, but the squirrel brothers and I have to WALK over there. We will have to either go around the swamp or we have to go THROUGH the swamp, neither idea sounded like something I wanted to do. Of course Stanley and Stewart will want to ride so all the work will be up to me.
What to do, I pondered to myself. What to do.
Oh! I know I’ll go the way I’m going, passed the little corn field, over to the Back Forty Road then I’ll take the land bridge up over the pond….from there it’s just a matter of back tracking…through COYOTE COUNTRY!!
Coyote Country! What a quandary!