Rat Party

The much needed rain that we received over the last week naturally kept us out of the fields.  Since our outside hog lots are now empty, we decided to start the deconstruction process.  We are taking out all of the gates, posts, fences, and feeders.  We plan to clean out the biggest shed, which was a cattle shed at one time, and use it for machinery storage.
We knew that when we moved the big old wooden feeders, we would expose the feedlot's resident rat population.  So we decided to have a rat party.  Everybody available (except the photographer, who shall remain nameless because she is deathly scared of rodents) stood around the feeder with clubs and shovels waiting for the tractor to pull the feeders from their long time positions.  When the feeder is moved, disturbing and exposing their nests, the rats run helter-skelter in all directions.  There is much hollering, clubbing, and fancy footwork until all the rats are subdued.  The final count was 25 deceased rats of all ages and sizes. 

Gus, (our "teenage"puppy) got in on the action, when he grabbed a large, stunned rat.  He was in his glory running around the yard with his trophy, flipping it in the air, playing with it , and pouncing on it repeatedly.  He even tried to share his rat with the screaming photographer (who shall remain nameless), while she was perched atop of the fence.

Hooking the tractor up to the old wooden feeder.

The feeder moves, and the exterminators swing into action.

A shovel full of dead rats on the way to the cats.

The feed lot with most of the gates, fences, posts, and feeders removed.

At destruction and famine thou shalt laugh: neither shalt thou be afraid of the beasts of the earth.
Job 5:22