We hung a couple of feeders and I’ve been feeding the birds, in spite of the huge blue jays and pigeons that sometimes attack the feeders. I should warn you now that if you are a pacifist, animal rights activist or just plain squeamish you might want to skip this post.
The birdseed trash can.
I removed the bungee cord holding the lid securely to the can, lifted it off and got quite a shock. MICE!! Four of them! Scurrying around in the birdseed. Rick says I screamed like a girl – which I must point out is the only way I know how to scream – and dropped the lid in a hurry. I am not really afraid of mice, though they aren’t my favorite things, but I was certainly surprised to see them in there. Evidently the lid to the old trash can doesn’t fit quite as tight as I thought. At this point I should insert the picture of the mice in the birdseed, but I would have had to get very close to them to take that picture and I wasn’t willing to do that. You will have to use your imagination.
After Rick quit laughing, he agreed to get rid of the mice. He tried to grab them but those little things are pretty quick. And they would still be alive and crawling around near me. So, like any good farm boy, he got out his gun.
A few shots was all it took. I was braver about taking pictures when he was the one close to the mice.
OK, I warn you here is the sqeamish part.
He threw their little dead bodies out where some critter will eat them.
I was a lot braver about taking their picture after they were dead.