In addition to feeding my ladies,
I feed a healthy population of mice.It's kind of inevitable.
They live in the rafters of the shed, in nests made of Marky's shredded dog-toys.
They tunnel into the coop and eat the spilled chicken feed.
Last fall, these creatures had quite the population explosion.
When I stepped into the shed, great herds of mice brazenly scurried across my boots and stalked me fearlessly from the rafters.
When they moved into our own attic, I began to think unpleasant thoughts about mouse traps and such.
But I didn't have to think about that for long. On a warm night with the window open, I was pleasantly awakened by the calls of three different types of owls. The mice had been discovered. Their numbers swiftly declined.
So my mice are doing their jobs supporting the food chain, and I'm feeling much better about supporting the mice.
Now a fox has made a home in the woods right behind the coop.
I'd like to think that this fox is attracted by the mice, but...well, it did find a good chicken-dinner in our yard a couple of years ago (see Silent Morning).
A raccoon, a fisher cat and several hawks also check in on the girls from time to time.
Recently, we left town for a whole week, and I made certain that my flock would be safe and comfortable while we were gone.
When we returned, the ladies were incredibly happy to see us.
You'd think they'd seen a predator or something.
