We have a mouse in the house. I have seen its calling card on my kitchen counter. That is just nasty. I brought Moby inside last night in hopes that he would catch the little bugger. He sniffed around a little bit and then flopped on the couch next to me expecting a good scratch. Apparently he thinks that the house is his personal spa and not a hunting ground. I was going to set a trap, but remembered that all the traps were down at the garage and I was not going to down there in the pitch black of night. Mr. or Ms. bear has been passing through again as I had expected. I knew it was about time for it to show up again.
The other morning the humming bird feeder was missing and the suet basket was torn off of the bird feeder. Classic signs of the seasonal intruder. I found a couple of tracks down at the end of the drive way just like last year.
I will be heading out here in a few minutes. I’ll be going into Fairmont with John and Carol to pick up the pork and beef. I will fill you all in the details later and take a few pics. We will be making some link sausage, so stay tuned for that adventure as well.