Mar 10 – Tiny
This tiny little hole (goes under the tackroom floor from the barn aisle) is a passageway for the itty bitty field mice family that has moved in. They are getting less afraid of me, since I put a tiny bit of grain out when I’m getting the horses’ supper ready (and I talk to them).
I don’t mind the mice, such small delicate creatures. As long as there aren’t 1,000 (and since Racer, the massive skunk that resides under–or in, when the weather is wet–the feed room floor, has returned, he will keep their numbers down), I won’t bother them.
Rats, now, that’s a whole ‘nother thing!
If I’d had a dime in my pocket, I’d have put it down by the hole, so you could see it’s not much bigger!