Granny's gone and done it again

I remember fighting the mice. I got the traps. The ones where they go in and can't get out.
I had two of those and they work beautifully until they don't...mine rusted out as they were Tin Cats and they are made with sheet metal. Things rusted with our humid air here.

3 years ago the mouse problem got so bad that they were eating the feathers off the chickens and of course the crazy chickens let them do it. That is when I came to the conclusion that dumping 30+ mice per trap per day per trap was just peeing on a forest fire as the old saying goes. I had no alternative but to go to bait. The chickens didn't eat the bait but I would go out every morning and evening and pick up 10 or more dead mice. How many were in the walls and under the concrete floor only God knows. But the chickens were eating all they found or eating the entrails out of them. Before the mouse problem was under control last year (yes, took me 2 years) I had lost over 20 chickens to consuming bait killed mice.

Then last summer around this time the mouse problem was exchanged for a rat problem. I've been putting bait outside and picking it up every morning but with everything that is going on here with my shoulder and DH's surgery, I forgot to pick one up. It was sitting off the ground and I didn't think the birds would bother it. Well, guess what....

Now I wait and see. This is one of the reasons I decided no more chickens. I can't take dealing with these problems any longer. I told DH last night that I've lost almost as many birds to rodent infestation as I have to Marek's and I'm just defeated at this point in time. I'm just too old for this crap any more.

@Granny Hatchet, I'd say all things considered you are doing great this morning. Keep up the good work. Remember to drink and eat. You need protein now to heal and folks our age are not the best when it comes to keeping our protein levels up.
 
I had two of those and they work beautifully until they don't...mine rusted out as they were Tin Cats and they are made with sheet metal. Things rusted with our humid air here.

3 years ago the mouse problem got so bad that they were eating the feathers off the chickens and of course the crazy chickens let them do it. That is when I came to the conclusion that dumping 30+ mice per trap per day per trap was just peeing on a forest fire as the old saying goes. I had no alternative but to go to bait. The chickens didn't eat the bait but I would go out every morning and evening and pick up 10 or more dead mice. How many were in the walls and under the concrete floor only God knows. But the chickens were eating all they found or eating the entrails out of them. Before the mouse problem was under control last year (yes, took me 2 years) I had lost over 20 chickens to consuming bait killed mice.

Then last summer around this time the mouse problem was exchanged for a rat problem. I've been putting bait outside and picking it up every morning but with everything that is going on here with my shoulder and DH's surgery, I forgot to pick one up. It was sitting off the ground and I didn't think the birds would bother it. Well, guess what....

Now I wait and see. This is one of the reasons I decided no more chickens. I can't take dealing with these problems any longer. I told DH last night that I've lost almost as many birds to rodent infestation as I have to Marek's and I'm just defeated at this point in time. I'm just too old for this crap any more.

@Granny Hatchet, I'd say all things considered you are doing great this morning. Keep up the good work. Remember to drink and eat. You need protein now to heal and folks our age are not the best when it comes to keeping our protein levels up.
I gave up chickens when Scott got real bad with his Alzheimers. I had done one more hatch. That was fun. Sold some babies. My son, Austin was concerned. He knew how much I enjoyed my chickens. He said, Mom, I'll help. He was already helping, with his dad, and me. My Vestibular problem was kicking in pretty bad by then. I didn't have a diagnosis yet of it, let alone the Lupus diagnosis. So, I sold my chickens. I sure did miss those yummy eggs. I don't eat that many eggs now, so store eggs are fine. I can hear our neighbors chickens doing their egg songs. Cute. I also hear a rooster or two every now and again.
 
I gave up chickens when Scott got real bad with his Alzheimers. I had done one more hatch. That was fun. Sold some babies. My son, Austin was concerned. He knew how much I enjoyed my chickens. He said, Mom, I'll help. He was already helping, with his dad, and me. My Vestibular problem was kicking in pretty bad by then. I didn't have a diagnosis yet of it, let alone the Lupus diagnosis. So, I sold my chickens. I sure did miss those yummy eggs. I don't eat that many eggs now, so store eggs are fine. I can hear our neighbors chickens doing their egg songs. Cute. I also hear a rooster or two every now and again.
Cynthia I understand 100%. For me it was the rodent battle after the Marek's battle followed by the horrendous shoulder injury/surgery and ending with DH's surgery and probably second surgery. Life by itself is stressful without the added stress of livestock making it worse. Plus, we are just getting too old to handle more than our inside the house pets. It's just hard, especially when we are sick or on the disabled list. The inside pets aren't half the hassle that the outside chickens are where it comes to taking care of them.

I argued with myself about just keeping the bantams and culling the medium and large hens/roosters for dog food. Then nixed that idea. Now it's back....the bantams are less work, eat less, etc. Time will tell. I have before November to make that decision.
 

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