Thursday, June 19, 2014
Squint is one persistent ground squirrel. Pushing a rope uphill is easier than dissuading a determined squirrel. Squint (one eye is almost closed) is not willing to wait for the breakfast I will put down later in the big room and insists he's going to eat with the mice in the milking room. Mice sit nibbling on one piece of grain each; Squint packs his cheek pouches with cereal as fast as he can and will scarf down an entire handful in no time, leaving the mice to go hungry. I hit him with a stream of milk every time he shows up, and he shows up all the time. His cohorts flatten themselves in the big room, watching and waiting with varying degrees of patience, sometimes checking the bowl in hopes that I might have relented and fed them early. Time will tell whether Squint or I give in first. He may not realize I'm a stubborn woman armed with an endless supply of ammunition.