The rats are back.
They’re chewing their way through yet another rubbermaid bin lid.
This time?
They’re after chicken scratch.
They chew and chew looking for something that I don’t want them to get into.
Trevor tried to keep the rats away.
It’s not working.
Instead?
I had to bring it into the house.
The bin that is,
Not the rats.
Temptations are everywhere.
Pests are too.
If you want to keep chickens, you need to accept there will be rats.
There’s no such thing as free lunch or free eggs.
Or eggs free from the presence of rats.
I know what you’re thinking dear reader:
Oh dear
No.
Rats.