I usually try to post a picture or two when I blog, but not with today's post and I think you will agree with me.
The cats have been good at hunting lately. They are not as good at eating/burying/ hiding their kill.
I came home last night to a dead chipmunk in the garden behind the house. Based on the lack of blood, I'm guessing it was Bandit who got this one. He cat-and-mouses the poor things to death. Curley on the other hand goes immediately for the jugular.
Another tell-tale sign is that this poor victim was still relatively unscathed. I don't think Bandit ever learned to appreciate the epicurean delight that is small woodland creatures. Curley usually digs right in, leaving only the tail for evidence.
Don't get me wrong, the cats are well-fed. In fact, I need to go buy another 20 lb. bag of cat chow later today. I also have not seen any mice around here. There have been some brightly colored feathers found around the property, so yes they do go after song birds from time to time. I think of it more as genetic selection - if the birds are stupid enough to be caught, do I really want them procreating? Usually what I find are some fledgling remnants - again, Bandit's calling card as Curley enjoys her poultry fresh and rare.
I'm just hoping we are well past baby bunny season.
Saturday, August 30, 2014
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Wish I Had Some Chickens
No, wait, no I don't.
Though they would have been very handy the last week.
So yes, the thought did cross my mind.
Why? These guys showed up:
(BTW, here's the source publication on the topic)
So while I was on the road, eating well at the expense of the employer and host organizations, these guys were eating well at the expense of my pasture.
I came home and wondered how the horses managed to eat off so much of their pasture. Then I wondered why/how they grazed off the other pasture. And when I walked through the pasture on Sunday morning I realized even the toilet areas were eaten off. Horses may discriminate, but fall armyworms do not.
So I have declared war on the armyworms!
(Get it? War - ARMYworms? Get it? HA!)
Except they have already retreated, or advanced, to another battle field.
I would have taken pictures but we got an inch of rain over the weekend so the grass has already started to re-sprout.
Maybe I should get back into the chicken business. They eat worms, right?
But then again, when they don't have bugs to eat, they go after my garden instead.
Tough choices.
Though they would have been very handy the last week.
So yes, the thought did cross my mind.
Why? These guys showed up:
So while I was on the road, eating well at the expense of the employer and host organizations, these guys were eating well at the expense of my pasture.
I came home and wondered how the horses managed to eat off so much of their pasture. Then I wondered why/how they grazed off the other pasture. And when I walked through the pasture on Sunday morning I realized even the toilet areas were eaten off. Horses may discriminate, but fall armyworms do not.
So I have declared war on the armyworms!
(Get it? War - ARMYworms? Get it? HA!)
Except they have already retreated, or advanced, to another battle field.
I would have taken pictures but we got an inch of rain over the weekend so the grass has already started to re-sprout.
Maybe I should get back into the chicken business. They eat worms, right?
But then again, when they don't have bugs to eat, they go after my garden instead.
Tough choices.
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