I need to take some new photos. These are two of the hydrangeas that I grew from cuttings many years ago. The other two, planted on the other side of the garage door, died last year. I probably didn't water them enough. The window goes into the garage and the plank is Bert's ramp in. He comes and goes as he pleases until I lock him indoors at night. Of course, he has to come in around bedtime for that.
When the days are long in summer, the sun doesn't set until around 22h00 (10pm), so it stays light beyond bedtime and Bert stays out with it. Last night he came in around 22h30, with a live mouse. I usually hear him come in because he meows as he climbs the stairs. I get up out of bed and go down two flights to close the garage window. More often than not, he brings a mouse in with him. He has a special loud meow when he's got a mouse, dead or alive. When this happens, sometimes as late at 02h00, I have to be sure the mouse is dead and not released live into the house before I shut the window. The other night, Bert played with a mouse for about ten minutes while I not-so-patiently tried to get him to finish it off. Bert eats mice head first, so when I hear the crunch of the skull, I know the mouse is dead and I can go back to bed. Not fun.
That's life in the country, I guess! 😃
ReplyDeleteA sweet way to head off into dream land. Crunch.
ReplyDeleteI have no idea why, but "crunch" made me laugh, thanks, we needed that
ReplyDeleteNot a pleasant before bedtime activity for you or the mouse.
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh. Eww.
ReplyDeleteI would have nightmares! How steep is that plank? It looks like about 70 degrees plus! He's lucky to have you as his "gatekeeper" !!!
ReplyDeleteThe "crunch" made me laugh as well. The next-door cat used that special meow when she was delivering a headless bird to our doorstep.
ReplyDeleteNo wonder Bert is so healthy. He's getting lots of fresh protein.
ReplyDeleteI, too, laughed at "crunch". Poor mouse.