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.