The oldest spawn and I went out to check on the birds. On our way out, I felt my foot hit something. I kicked a rat that was trying to get in through a tiny opening under the door. It then decided to switch gears and run past us, which is when my foot got it. It scurried to a safe distance and just sat there, waiting for us to leave so it could have a nice buffet.
This was the biggest field rat I've ever seen. At first I thought it was a small possum, from the shape, then noticed the coat color. I need to start carrying the rifle with me at night. The Man had his .22 mag on him, and it took 5 rounds to get the critter to stop kicking.
And I thought the little field mice that moved into the house were bad. Bleh!
This was the biggest field rat I've ever seen. At first I thought it was a small possum, from the shape, then noticed the coat color. I need to start carrying the rifle with me at night. The Man had his .22 mag on him, and it took 5 rounds to get the critter to stop kicking.
And I thought the little field mice that moved into the house were bad. Bleh!