My boys are big strapping boys. They are large for their age, especially if you tack on the prematurity. They run willy nilly after horned toads and lizards, they play with stick bugs and keep moving the ever present rubber snake in an attempt to scare the Mama.
So I figured, when I saw Will running to the house, eyes wide, feed bucket thrown up behind him, that there must have been something significant in the barn.
Now, Shiloh (the grouchy gelding) usually keeps the barn free of cats, dogs, annoying birds and large cowboys, so I didn't consider whatever was out there to be a large threat. Maybe a skunk? I would back away from one of them.
So what did William find? Four fuzzy half grown mice running aimlessly in the chicken feed tub. They were barely two inches long. Granted mice bite and scurry quickly, but they are hardly a foe worthy of retreat.
Had James been out there (he was still in the house, insisting that ever zipper, snap and velcro closure be fastened on his parka) he would have given the mice a thump and thrown them to the chickens (which is what I did).
But Will wasn't going to be a part of the thumping process. He gladly cheered his hen on when the mice were tossed in the coop, but he didn't want to see the enemy secured.
I can only imagine what is going to happen when the giant rat from last winter comes back! :)
And how was your day?
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