I laid in bed this morning
listening to the farmer get up and get ready to start the day and as he left
the room I heard a whisper of “wish me luck…” ~ sadly it lacked the vigour and enthusiasm
that comes with challenge and hope and read more as someone close to defeat…. we
have all been rooting for him but each day it gets harder to keep him up. As he
went about his morning routine we at home slept… restlessly….. wondering…. hoping….
wishing……. practically begging Mother Earth to ease up…… and that hour and a
half seemed like eternity…. snoring child beside me…. incessant mosquitoes
looking for an all you can eat buffet….. birds chirping….. then I heard the
familiar alarm clock of the front door opening and the farmer was home ~ gulp. For
the past two weeks I’ve felt the same horrible anticipation… the kind that hits
you in the pit of your gut…. but this morning was different!…. the door flew
open and Farmer Luke yelled out “hey hon, guess what! WE GOT A RAT! WE GOT
ONE!!!”
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| they were the best grass-fed organic chicken and turkey legs I've ever had! SLUUUUURP |
~ it was like a veil was lifted off our house and the windows blew open to
fresh clean air…. I responded with “YA! That’s awesome!”…. Forrest popped her
head up and said, “WE GOT A RAT?” then jumped off the bed and did a dance and
song in true Forrest Fashion…. then all you could hear was Finn’s sleepy voice
coming from his room, “Congratulations Dad that’s awesome! Now what kind of
animal is a rat? It’s a rodent right?” and off he went back to bed.
I have to say this has been a
crazy ride and it certainly isn’t over but at least we have identified our
enemy…. this makes it more bearable despite the continued battle. We can now
plan our strategy, place our troops... er... I mean traps..... and set the stage for our
counter-attack. Of course the other part
of the equation that I certainly never thought of, is the fact the hay hadn’t
been cut and was long enough to instill just enough confidence in our rat
population for them to wander the fields which normally are off bounds and
healthily protected by various birds of prey ~ um, ya…. needless to say the hay
was cut today. Live and learn I guess.
Now the question is….. HOW MANY
ARE THERE? …… or better yet, how many more dare to take on the farmer? Will
they retreat?
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| the tides have turned and Farmer Luke has now begun strategizing..... |
the current score is:
RATS / 18 - FARMER LUKE / 1
Stay-tuned…..
Now don’t get me started on my “Mystery Kale Chomper”….. live-trap has been set for days and the raised bed is
covered…. but somehow each time I go in more has been eaten…. I fear it’s coming up from the soil… what
then? ARGH...
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| I don't necessarily blame the Mystery Kale Chomper but I'd like to share...... |
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