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Two Hunters

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It’s getting to be that time of year when critters prepare for the harsh realities of winter survival. With that, it becomes time for me to get back to a daily schedule of setting and checking mouse traps in the garage at the house, down at the shop, and in the barn. The varmints are making their way indoors, again.

IMG_iP0914eCHTurns out, we happen to have two “Hunters.” One is our champion horse, and the other is the wee one who has turned into a great hunter of mice! Pequenita must be paying tribute to her former house-mate, Mozyr, whom we named for the anticipated/hoped-for trait of being a mouser to protect our domicile from rodent invasion. The past three nights she has been disrupting our sleep with robust acrobatic all-night maneuvering that has been accompanied by telltale squeaks from her prey.

It seems there might be a new breach in our house somewhere, of which mice are taking full advantage. Pequenita, the wee great hunter, has shown no mercy and dispatched two in her first two nights.

Well, I should say, we have found two. Cyndie cleaned long and hard in search of evidence of the third one, but nothing has turned up. It’s hard to say whether Delilah happily picked up where Pequenita left off, however.

While Cyndie was cleaning in our bedroom, she did suddenly report, “I found a half-eaten grasshopper!”

I can’t say that I ever expected to hear that phrase in the bedroom.










Written by johnwhays

September 25, 2015 at 6:00 am

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  1. Love the phrase “Hunter, our champion horse”
    Miss you, my dear friends!


    September 25, 2015 at 6:16 am

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