The mice have invaded Henny Lane (my chicken run).
|"Say whaaaaaaat!?" asks Dear Prudence.|
|Henny Lane (Windsor, Colo.)|
So we had a mouse. But yeah, I know. It's never just one mouse. One night, as I went to close the coop door, mice (plural!) ran over my feet. And that was it. I declared Mice War. (Now, before you judge, please know that I am a huge animal advocate. I break for squirrels. Rabbits are cute. I catch and release spiders. I don't like to kill anything...but mice are dirty, vile and can have a host of diseases that are harmful to me, the dogs and my chickens.)
|Traps. And chicken treats!|
|The official dead mouse count. (The quote has nothing to do with mice. I just love "Caddyshack".)|
|We have given the mice their own jar of peanut butter.|
|Maple is pretty sure this is where the mice are nesting. By the way, beagles are not good mice hunters.|
|Lovely Rita is happy the mice populations are decreasing.|
The biggest lesson here is that anytime you are feeding outdoor animals (birds, squirrels, ducks, dogs), you're going to have mice. So setting out a few traps periodically is a good practice. Just keep everyone safe in the process. For more information, check out this U of Maryland publication.
|Happy chickens and happy beagle.|