
This means war…
Every morning I walk down the hill and am greeted by two of the most wonderful horses I could ask for. Badger usually nickers his hello while Ace screams like an idiot. Ace gets to wait in his stall in the morning while Badger helps me count scoops to ensure that I correctly count everyones breakfast. After everyone is all snug eating their breakfast I usually sit in the tack room on the stacked pine shaving bales while the horse finish eating. This morning I was sitting minding my own business reading my email when I looked down to find an innocent little mouse crawling across my lap and about to climb in my hoodie. Of course I said a few bad words that I won’t repeat and came flying out of the tack room. To say that I do not like mice would be an understatement for sure. I can’t even generally handle removing them from the traps as I truly hate rodents they really creep me out. The arrival of this small rodent means that my favorite sitting place has been breeched and war will commence shortly on the entire species! Stay tuned for more…
6 thoughts on “This means war…”
Oh no! Maybe Olive will hunt them for you?
Perhaps but she has a very short attention span so I don’t know how well that would go…
lol. Gus then? What else are farm dogs for 😛
Gus is much more likely to hunt them down! Or maybe I will lock a chicken in there for a night I hear they like mice?
Look for a barn cat!
I don’t think our little barn is really big enough to house a cat or I would!