When you get chickens...

This is just a warning to whoever might be interested in keeping chickens, that it comes with a price. We were lucky last year, but this year we had a few rats come to visit. A little bit of rat poison every day for a week, then panic set in, so we fed them a whole package a day for 4 days. That did the trick. Now, a rat running in the other direction is not something you like to see, but it sure beats seeing a poisoned one staggering toward you. Or a huge one laying there dead, but looking like it might just stand up and chew your leg off. That's why we are happy to have Jesse around.

He punched this one in the nose and took it out alive.

And this one was big enough that we had to get a picture. Funny thing was, as I was getting ready to take the picture, Sarah called, and the phone vibrated and I screamed. Funnier still, Jesse laughed, dropped the rat and didn't notice, then looked down and saw a huge rat by his feet, and he screamed louder. You had to be there...
Tonight we also had Scott MacLean here. Sarah's nephew.

And I hope Scott doesn't mind sharing the blog with a couple of rats. It was nice to have him stop in tonight on his way to Ottawa, where he will be doing practice doctor stuff in the emergency room at Ottawa General for 3 weeks.