Mystery of the Disappearing Rabbits!
“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!
HALOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I bayed
“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.”
“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.”