Okay, so I went outside to do the evening chores at somewhere around 6:30 or 7:00 and all three chicken waterers were bone dry. So, feeling sorry for me self because my sister wasn't here to do her part, I got them all water. I get back to the chicken coop, and open the aluminum garbage can that we use for storing corn fines. There are like 7+ mice in there! Now, we've known for a while that we have a mouse problem, they even have a tunnel under the bedding going from the feed room to the chicken pen, but this was more then just the few mice I thought we had! Mice really creep me out, and I had no idea what to do with them. So I thought that I would give the chickens plain feed for now, and in the morning my sister and I could deal with it. I open the storage bin we keep our chicken feed in, and there is a mouse in there too! Oh and did I mention that it was pouring down rain with 20+ mph wind?! Finally, I decided to drop a stick into the corn fine bin to let the mice in there out, and do my best to whack them with a broom on their way out. Somewhere around 5 of them got out, I hit one for sure but I don't think I hit it quite hard enough. Then I noticed there was one of those plastic baby chick feeder/waterer bottle thingys in the bin, and they kept running into it, so I never knew how many were in there. So, I tap the bottle thing with the handle of the broom and one ran out, but I knew there was at least one more in there. I tapped it harder and it flipped over, one ran out, and I thought they were all out of the bin, when I see something moving in the fines! I lean over, and there are little, disgusting, bald, pink things in there! It was a whole nest of gross little baby mice! By this point I'm exhausted from running through the rain from the barn to the coop, and chasing four chickens that wouldn't go in 'cause it was raining. I gave up, I went inside and called my dad, who was with my sister, and asked him what to do, and then went back out, this time with my little brother, and tried to get the mouse out of the other bin so that we could feed the chickens. My dad came home while we were out there, and he took it over from there. So, I come inside sit down, and my dad comes in and asks me if I turned off the cattle's waterer, I said I thought I did, and he said I could go into the basement and listen to see if the pump was running. Of course, just my luck, it was. By now it's dark and almost hailing, and I have to run out to the barn and turn off the steers' waterer! Sorry for the rant, but I had to get it out.
. lol these are all me right now
