This needed its own post, for some reason
There was a dead rat on the verandah the other morning. A very large, very dead rat. Right there, under Lucy's window.
And I was the only one home.
Dad wasn't there to remove it, so I marched inside, and rang Mum (who was in Orange) to tell her.
"THERE'S A DEAD RAT ON THE VERANDAH!!!" I said. "A dead rat, on the verandah. And Dad's not he-ere!!!" I hoped to convey through tone alone that I was absolutely not going to be the one to remove it.
Mum seemed rather perpexed that I would ring her just to tell her that there was a dead rodent on our front verandah. I think she should really know by now that I have absolutely no qualms about sharing my misery with huge amounts of drama where ever possible.
I told the pets that if any of them went near the damned thing I would have to speak very sternly to them and never pat them ever again. Dad said it was nice of the cats to want to share their rat with us.
And, because one rat's never enough...
It's been raining recently, which means it's time to start sowing, which means Dad breaking out the machinery.
An auger is a long, tall machine used to move grain from one place to another - in this case, from a silo to the scarifyier. The bottom of the auger is placed in the grain, and when turned on, a curved, rotating metal blade moves the grain up the long, thick pipe, so that it can pour out the other end and into the machinery to be carted or sown.
When Dad turned the auger on yesterday, nineteen rats were killed.
A mother rat, and her two litters.
I did not see the deceased myself, but Dad took some guests over to see them hours after the event, and so I am given to believe there is a pile of dead rodents somewhere near the shed (and, therefore, near my house), that I would prefer not to think about.
This is why we need another python.
And I was the only one home.
Dad wasn't there to remove it, so I marched inside, and rang Mum (who was in Orange) to tell her.
"THERE'S A DEAD RAT ON THE VERANDAH!!!" I said. "A dead rat, on the verandah. And Dad's not he-ere!!!" I hoped to convey through tone alone that I was absolutely not going to be the one to remove it.
Mum seemed rather perpexed that I would ring her just to tell her that there was a dead rodent on our front verandah. I think she should really know by now that I have absolutely no qualms about sharing my misery with huge amounts of drama where ever possible.
I told the pets that if any of them went near the damned thing I would have to speak very sternly to them and never pat them ever again. Dad said it was nice of the cats to want to share their rat with us.
And, because one rat's never enough...
It's been raining recently, which means it's time to start sowing, which means Dad breaking out the machinery.
An auger is a long, tall machine used to move grain from one place to another - in this case, from a silo to the scarifyier. The bottom of the auger is placed in the grain, and when turned on, a curved, rotating metal blade moves the grain up the long, thick pipe, so that it can pour out the other end and into the machinery to be carted or sown.
When Dad turned the auger on yesterday, nineteen rats were killed.
A mother rat, and her two litters.
I did not see the deceased myself, but Dad took some guests over to see them hours after the event, and so I am given to believe there is a pile of dead rodents somewhere near the shed (and, therefore, near my house), that I would prefer not to think about.
This is why we need another python.