A mild winter has blessed us with a bumper crop of mice this year.  Joe began live-trapping this fall, and we’ve probably caught a couple of dozen since then.  There are traps set up in the cellar and the laundry room, and then we transport them to the woods.  There’s not much snow cover for them to tunnel into, but there’s plenty of leaf litter for hiding.

relocation into the wild

Please excuse the ugly gloves!  Fashion goes out the window at the barn.

The stitches do look better than a gaping wound, but still pretty ugly all in all.

The vet came out later and stitched him up after tranquing him, numbing the skin (to make it easy to stitch),  and cleaning the wound.

Poor pony is on 10 days’ stall rest and a course of antibiotics.  I’m curious to see the stitches tomorrow morning.

I’ve been meaning to be a better blogger, and maybe this is the push I need!

But Dash got pissed that we left him and the other dogs at home, I guess, because he destroyed 3 sets of really nice dpns and bit two holes in a sweater that I’m working on.  The stuff was tucked away in a knitting bag, but he found it and had at it.  The damage could have been worse, so it’s not really tragic aside from the $60 worth of knitting needles.  And I’ll have to figure out a way to patch the hole — one was easily fixed with a (gasp!) square knot.

looks innocent enough

ouch.

The weather has turned humid, so Timmy’s cough bothered him a little bit.  Should be better tomorrow.

This is from the other day, with Ray W. and M. It’s getting to be the end of blackberry season, so the bushes were a little over picked.

I hope to ride tomorrow.  Too hot today!