At 7:05, like clockwork, I looked out to see rain splattering against the window. The good news came from S—Papa's surgery had gone well and he was resting comfortably. Yeah! That was certainly a wonderful way to start the morning. AV had rain overnight , which meant he wouldn't be combining this morning. Coffee and the blog was completed for Tuesday.
The rain began to pick up, and I was trying to find Hank in the middle paddock. A text to B revealed that he had been acting weird yesterday. Dang it. Now I was worried.
Once the rain let up around 8:30, I donned my neon yellow rain cloak and headed out to find him. Sure enough, he was in the far paddock. It seems we totally forgot to fill in around the big water trough because, once again, Hank had discovered he could simply walk underneath it. Of course he did.
I headed back to make a plan after closing the winter pasture gate on the far paddock. The rain started coming down again as I came inside, but so far we had only received about a tenth of an inch. I continued with my blog catch-up until 10, then headed back outside to fix the fence, catch Hank and put him back in with Roo.
I came back in and did my workout while thunder occasionally rolled in the distance with a little drizzle following. Then I made myself a BT sandwich for brunch when S texted me a photo of his protein bar—with little nibbles taken out of the package edge.
Yesterday and the day before, he had also found bags of granola ball cookies packed for his lunches that had been chewed open too. That had me alarmed last night, thinking maybe the mouse was back in the trailer.
But then I remembered our mouse incident back in June. We had found mouse poop in the basement bathroom and a granola bag in the pantry with a chewed edge. At the time, we knew there had been a mouse in the house, but we never really figured out whether it was gone for good.
Now S's latest discoveries had me wondering if the June mouse and these new chew marks could all be connected.
So I was off on a mission, starting with the basement bathroom. I checked the closet and, sure enough, found poop in there too. Had it been there back in June and we simply never checked inside the closet? I vacuumed it up, washed out the bottom and moved on to the storage room.
There were no chewed packages in there and the mouse trap was still untouched. But wait... there was a wee chew mark on the pumpkin-seed bag. I remembered that bag may have spent a short time in the pantry after I bought it, so I checked the Costco receipt.
Sure enough—it was purchased June 1.
Now things were really starting to add up. We definitely had evidence of a mouse in the house back in June, and now there were package chew marks after being in the trailer. Whether it is the same mouse or whether we have managed to acquire two separate little freeloaders, I have no idea!
Now I am really creeped out. Is it still in the house? Is there one in the trailer too? What else has it eaten? If it died somewhere, WHERE IS IT? UGH!!!
And naturally, I turned to the internet, which informed me that a mouse can live one to two years indoors if it has food and water.
Great.
Can you tell I hate mice?
Last night I told Sheldon that either the trailer or the house may be up for sale. 😂 Today it is looking like the ranch!
The rain started again around 12:30 and this time came down enough to create puddles. When it finally ended, today's total was 1/4 inch. We will gladly take it here, and apparently S was happy too because he was back combining in AV before lunch. All are happy!
My friend Anna arrived just after 1 and we had a great catch-up too. She had both of her kids get married this summer, just one month apart! There was plenty to talk about, and the afternoon flew by.
By 3:30, the sun was starting to burn through the clouds, and by the time Anna left around 5, the day had completely pivoted into a beautiful summer/fall evening.
After a chicken spinach salad for supper, Harley and I ventured outside for a much-needed walk. Of course, our walk soon morphed into the usual poop-scooping, weed-pulling evening routine, but it was glorious out there in the golden hour.
B was working late and asked if I could feed the horses. Okay!
Once pokey Bird finally finished up, I went back to gardening while she ate. Soon everyone was back in their paddocks, heads down and grazing peacefully. I sat on the deck watching the sun go down.
And after a day that included rain, a wandering Hank, a possible long-term mouse squatter, a good visit with Anna, and plenty of garden and horse chores, we came inside to wrap up the evening with more reading from Home Front.
Some days on the ranch really do cover a lot of ground. Today started with worry over Papa, moved to worrying about Hank, then somehow landed firmly on worrying about a mouse. Thankfully, two of those worries ended well—and the third one is still being investigated!




































