I went and got Daisy from the house. He wasn't too thrilled at being put in the garbage container. Eventually he settled down and stopped trying to get out. I thought he would go crazy on the mice but it was like shooting fish in a barrel - too easy and not interesting. I rattled things around to get the mice moving and Daisy half heartedly chased a few mice. He killed one and I had to kill the remaining six or seven mice.
One mouse got out of the container and then I discovered how they got in and out. There are two small holes halfway up the container. Why? I don't know. I plugged the holes with rags.
Later when I was moving some hay bales to get the barn ready in case I had to put a cow and calf in there (which I did have to that night), a mouse ran out and Daisy got all excited to chase it across the barn floor. Daisy more wanted to play with the mouse than kill it, and after a bit the mouse got away having got among a stack of hay bales.
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1 comment:
Daisy's hair looks awesome in that last photo, perfectly powdered with grain dust. I also have to admire the I-like-a-challenge attitude. :)
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