Sunday, June 09, 2024
Peony
I walked out onto the deck early this morning to replace the bird feeders. It's a great time to be alive: the world feels fresh, the peonies are in bloom, and at my feet is a dead rat. Hmmm... I don't think it crawled on the deck to my back door to die of old age. A more likely scenerio is this: the TV show Svengoolie airs on Saturday night (he was showing Monolith Monsters last night). Friend Kathy in Texas and I watch it while texting back and forth. I didn't get around to going outside and bringing in the bird feeders until after the show finished. It was getting fairly dark already. Something run through the grass near me. I screamed. Whip ran after it into the tall grass. I let her do her thing while I brought in all of the feeders. I finished up at the front door and whistled. She came trotting around the corner of the house. I turned in for the night. Best guess it was a rat that ran past me. Whip eventually caught, killed, and left it by the back door for me. Indy also had caught/killed a rat once. She wouldn't eat it either. Hard to believe that there is a limit to what a dog will eat.
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Good job, Whip!
I once witnessed a mouse walk halfway across my kitchen floor, collapse and die just as I was eating my breakfast. Yuck. I assumed it was old age since neither of our cats were chasing it at the time?
Rebecca
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