Mystery of the Disappearing Rabbits!
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.
“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.”
“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.
“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.”
“I WON’T TELL THEM ABOUT THE MICE!” I barked very loudly at them.
“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.
“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.