Oh my, Bob is out for blood! If I didn’t know how destructive and dangerous these critters are I would be concerned... between this and the Carnage that @RoyalChick is engaging in, I am shocked! :lol: I finally caught sight of the Mouse (a medium large Saturna Rattus, native sub-species unique to our island) that has taken up residence in our broken Furnace, bathroom sink cabinet, and possibly under the bathtub (but it’s colder there) it popped itself out for a brief chat Sunday night. Both cats were sleeping less than 2’ away. I also heard the distinctive baby mouse squeaks, so I’m sort of hoping that the cats don’t get her. I don’t want to have to fish out babies from in there, as I have ceded that territory to the rodents. Too much poop and too hard to get into to block the entrances. The stove mouse on the other hand needs to die.
Carnage is right - I think I am now officially a better mouser than any of my cats!
Last night's score: RC 2 : Rodents 0. When will the killing stop?!
Still no sign of any entry from outside, so maybe I had a real colony living under the vestibule floor.
 
but here is how not to fix a portable sawmill (anyone remember the haystring tractor repair I shared a couple Two hay seasons ago?)
Yep. I remember. And I remember being pretty horrified. I'm surprised any of your inlaws are still alive to be honest.
 
And I’ve mostly caught up... I believe I missed a few pages maybe on Saturday and early Sunday... but wow, over 40 pages behind... I haven’t been that far back since I got back online regularly again. I’ve been gone since Saturday because it was a very rough day here. Things didn’t go well in communicating with the in-laws, and I was honestly ready to pack it all in and leave between 3-6am on Sunday morning. After the stressful day, I found out through Facebook that a dear friend from work I had fallen out of touch with died. I did not take that well. I am fairly certain that Covid was partially to blame (social restrictions, and the psychological affects of this virus are hitting hard on many of my old friends). Although it wasn’t announced, everyone I’ve spoken with who also knew him, agrees it was most likely a Drug OverDose, probably not a suicide. Sunday was a write off. I didn’t even do the chickens... DH took care of it all for me. Monday was better, and we got some work done around the trailer. yesterday was jam packed with Chores and DH’s birthday dinner (47, a roasted chicken, don’t tell the girls) exchanging vehicles at the Garage, and getting the Sawmill ready to transport for repairs.

Chicken Tax photos will come eventually, they currently are all hiding from the windstorm, I just heard some more trees or large limbs come down, and I need to head out to fix my tarps again (3x today so far)... but here is how not to fix a portable sawmill (anyone remember the haystring tractor repair I shared a couple Two hay seasons ago?)View attachment 2434379
And my truck... now with brakes, but still some more brake repairs to go (one more rotor and caliper, and all the brake lines to go). Hey, she is stopping, it’s a win! And a flashy, new to me, only slightly cracked, high end fiberglass canopy... for dry feed transportation, a sure way to prevent precipitation for the near future!View attachment 2434380
Shame about your friend Kris. Some people I know in the UK are finding the restrictions and the stress very hard to cope with. It's difficult for me to understand mainly because life here hasn't really changed much. The only way I have an awareness of the difficulties others are facing is through my daughters and friends in the UK.
 

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