It is now a bit dark as I head out to the barn in the mornings. I'm not particularly fond of going out to the barn in the dark, so I've been taking Killick with me. James leaves about the time I go out. I've been thinking that maybe I should go out a little earlier so he is still here in case I run into trouble. My imagination runs wild. I don't know that I'd ever really run into trouble but well, you never know.
The last several mornings I've been making Killick go into the barn with me because, well, I'm embarrassed to say, I've been HEARING the rats scrounging about as I turn the lights on and begin my work. I hate rats, mice, shrews, moles or varmints of any kind! I don't want to see them and I don't want to even hear them! Well, it really is silly to take Killick with me because he could care less about them and just lays there. Even if I see one and squeal(which I did yesterday), he does nothing. I need a ratter, something like a Yorkshire Terrier or Schnauzer, they were bred to be ratters. It's kind of weird though, a dog as a ratter.
But on another scale. As James and I left the house this morning, he to his vehicle and I to the barn, we stepped out to the sound of VERY CLOSE coyotes. Many coyotes yipping and yapping, very close. A moment later a gunshot rang through the air and the coyotes stopped. But I still needed to go to the barn, in the dark and those coyotes needed to move on their way. Were they headed through my land. One wouldn't know. So, I took Killick. I know he'd be of use with regards to something of this scale.