So I've been having a bit of a deer mouse problem in and around my barn, and a few of the little stinkers had taken to running over the top of my coop, leaving poop everywhere, and occasionally raiding inside the coop for food. One morning as I was cleaning up, I removed the droppings tray and found a terrified mouse, hiding there because of the 5 dinosaurs whose home he had violated. I had never seen my girls interact with a mouse before and wasn't sure if they would try to go for it, as they have done with moles and frogs, or just freak out. Well, a game of mouse keepaway began and ended with one girl grabbing it, shaking it like a dog and breaking its neck. Then they all ran back into the coop clucking excitedly but completely ignored the mouse. That was fine, I was just glad they nailed one of the buggers.
Well, the one who dealt the death blow seems to have gotten a taste for it, as this morning she grabbed one that a hawk dropped (how's that for justice?
). They all played keepaway again but she ended up with the prize and proudly ran into the barn to ... eat it. It was a fairly sizable mouse and out of morbid curiosity I wanted to see what she would do with it. I arrived just in time to see only its tail disappearing down her throat.
When I put everyone back inside later I threw in some extra grit, figuring she'd probably need it.
When I was a kid I wanted a pet dinosaur. Seems I got my wish.
What makes it funnier is that this hen is an absolutely beautiful, feminine, dainty princess, and the biggest cuddlebug ever. But if you're a mouse, don't mess with her!!
Well, the one who dealt the death blow seems to have gotten a taste for it, as this morning she grabbed one that a hawk dropped (how's that for justice?
When I was a kid I wanted a pet dinosaur. Seems I got my wish.
