Good Eats…kind of.
It has been raining on and off for a few days here at the farm. This has lead to such wonderful occurrences as a trip to the movies, afternoons spent inside, and Geoff shaving. Hooray for rain! Unfortunately, the decrease in outside work has been pretty upsetting to Scooter. He’s had a little too much inside time, and not enough time outside having his “adventures”. To make it up to him, Geoff and I have been trying to build his self esteem by referring to him as Mr. Scooter. For example:
“Mr. Scooter, please quit waking up in the middle of the night and sneaking into the guest bedroom so that you can have an entire full size bed to yourself. Get in your doggie bed.”
“Mr. Scooter, please eat your breakfast. It’s 1pm. You really should have eaten your breakfast by now.”
Or, an everyday favorite:
“Mr. Scooter, please stop barking. That noise is not an intruder. That sound is something we like to call thunder. It accompanies lightning and rain.”
In other Scooter related news, we’ve discovered two new fears to add to Scooter’s laundry list of fraidy-cat-ery. Fear one–the truck. Scooter will not get in the truck. Sometimes we have to get into the truck to go up to the top of the ridge or to go out to the multi-purpose building. Scooter, rather than get in the truck, will run next to the truck at 20 miles an hour until we reach our destination. Last night we discovered that Scooter is also afraid of acoustic guitar. Geoff restrung and tuned his guitar and the entire process made Scooter very unhappy. Then when Geoff started to play a song, which sounded very nice, Scooter’s reaction would lead people to believe we were murdering people in the house. We were not.
Although we are not killing people or animals, we did discover a predator on the property. Something (likely not the chupacabre) took three chickens from the chicken tractor and ate them. My top suspect is this quasi-ferrel barn cat that has been wandering around the property. Geoff suspects a mink he spotted a few days ago. The tricky part is that the predator struck in the day time and most of the predators we were weary of are nighttime predators. Geoff discovered the missing chicks just before dinner and with the help of Bailey and Scooter collected two other chicks that had wandered out of the hole that the predator dug under the chicken tractor. And when I say Bailey and Scooter helped I mean that Geoff had to remove a chick from each of their mouths where they were storing them for safe keeping against predators.
After dinner we fortified the chicken tractor with a chicken-wire skirt, and when Geoff checked on the chickies this morning, they were doing just fine.
Somewhere out there is a very well fed predator. Hopefully the improved design will thwart future chicken snatchers.