|Its like finding treasure.|
This is true confessions. The truth of the matter is I have a mouse problem in my chicken coop. I knew in the fall when I saw a few mice with their baggage moving in we were going to have either rain or cold or both. I haven't had mice in my coop since Ron built it. I thought I would just ignore it and maybe the cats would take care of the problem.
I went in my coop, and I knew I had to turn over my feeders to see if there was any mice under them. There was a lone mouse. It ran from my little feeder to the big feeder. I turned it over and it ran to my automatic chicken waterer. I turned that over and I make this sound that I am incapable of not making when I see a mouse, its kind of a scream. Sasha runs to me when ever I make that sound. I let her in and pointed to that mouse. Sasha never kills anything but she bit that mouse. Then proudly carried it out in the yard and dropped it and looked at it. The cat had come down too and was very interested. I picked up a stick and was trying to flip that mouse to the cat when Sasha grabbed that mouse and the tail was sticking out of her lips and promptly ate it. Just swallowed it down after a few crunches. Just like that. I am not much of a farm girl I tell you because I wanted to gag. I had to go walk around and take deep breaths of cold air.
|See our last tumbleweed pile.|
|That rainbow looks like it came down on Ron's shed.|
I hope you have a wonderful weekend. This post was really going to be about all of the wool I dyed this week. Maybe later. I got the best reds and blues.
Thank you for visiting today.