In the far back corner of my yard I planted a weeping willow. I love it. I do.
I needed to tidy things up a bit back there, so I set out to work...gloves on my hands. Now, mind you, I very seldom wear gloves when I work. Mainly because I find it very hard to find good gloves that fit my hands and that will stay on during the many tasks that I do outdoors.
I am now under the canopy of the weeping willow spreading out mulch and getting nailed every so often by the in ground sprinkler system that my neighborhood put in on the berms. (As well as getting eaten alive by mosquitoes) Here and there I find a sandstone rock that needs to be moved, so I find a new
place for it. I am now in the process of cleaning off a rather large rock and getting ready to do the 1, 2 , 3 Move process. You know when you are in the almost sitting position and you have to 1. Squat. 2. lift the object with your knees bent and 3. stand up and make that really loud hmmmppphhh noise......
Yeah, so I am doing that. I am pretty much at the number 2 phase when all of a sudden there is this:
Crawling on me. On my, thank the lord, gloved hands. What the heavens is it? And where did it come from? And yes, I did make a really loud noise...something like AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... and then What the HEdoublehockey sticks?I had to run in and get the camera....hurry, fast...I run and run. Okay, got it. Now back, back....back to the corner. Bending down to look at it after I pretty much flung it off my hand only moments before.
I don't like it. It looks like a rodent. Not a mouse, not a gopher...maybe a mole? Dunno.Hi baby Molpher. Okay...now go on back home....I am still there taking pictures...many that didn't even turn out because I was swatting so many bugs that they were all blurry. Hmmmm....there is a big something moving under the mulch...it is coming this way....right towards me and my picture taking self....I am now very much 0n my feet and backed away from the mulch....when I see the mama of the Molpher.....
HI mama Molpher....come get your baby.....mama Molpher is not very friendly. I couldn't get any pics, but I must say that baby Molpher got a good talking to. Mama Molper grabbed baby Molpher and scurried off...I, came inside and used lots of soap and water and scrubbed up to my elbows.
7 comments:
That almost gave me a heart attack. Funny how odd situations always seem a bit let traumatizing when you know you can blog it...but that thing was ON you? Gah! Did you hopo?
Gnightgirl: I almost did Hopo. I was so busy getting it off of me and then running to get the camera that I didn't have time to!
I would of freaked out with that thing on me. Actually you probably would of heard me scream from where you are. I have a tendency to do that. Pictures would be the last thing on my mind, you brave momma!
LOL!!! What an adventure your own backyard can be, 'eh?! :)
boogiemum: I HAD to get the pics...I know I am odd.
farm mom: It is turning out to be that way. I talked to a friend the other day and she was teasing me about the critter...she says that I am so a city girl...
It's a vole!
Yep. My chickens LOVE them. (Love to eat them, that is!)
My dog catches them by standing still and pouncing on them when she hears them moving through the grass. She does this through the snow, too.
They must taste good if all the animals here like them! But poor YOU!
People don't know about them much because they don't bug us in our houses. But those little buggers can really do damage in your gardens, so I don't mind the idea that my animals "harvest" them.
El: Thank you so much for giving the critter a name. I will have to do some research on then and see what we can do. We dont have any animals to keep them in check and I for sure dont want them tearing into my garden if I can help it.
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