It's War

OK, it's not war. We don't do war.  But we are in a heated disagreement with some mice about where they are to live and eat.

Saturday morning, we found that a cheese had been enjoyed by something small in the pantry.  Ack!  I wiped it down with vinegar, so the cheese is saved.

This is where the city girl in me comes out.  I can't stand the idea of mice in the house.  Even worse, in the pantry.

I pulled every plastic bag out of the pantry, checking for holes gnawed in the bottom. None.  Whew.  We got some more mice traps and set several up.  But after two nights, the traps are still empty.  That means the little critter is probably still there.  Today we'll empty out the pantry and see if we can't find it's happy home.  And destroy it.  This is just awful.  I'm trying not to think about it.

Over the weekend we made an unplanned purchase — another flour grinder.  When we researched flour grinders there were two that came out on top: the one the family got me for Christmas and this one.  A friend of a friend was selling their Country Living grinder that they had rigged up with pedals.  It's all mounted on a cabinet, the pedals are easy to adjust, and they included a motor if we want to run it on electricity.  It was too good a deal to pass up.

This morning my husband did almost the full grinding job by himself.  I easily finished it off.  We are finding that there are some adjustments we'll make, but this will be a very good set up.

It's sunny and 50ºF.  What a wonderful day.  Even the cows like it and are out on the pasture.  After a week, Christina has shown us no signs of heat.  Chances are, she has been in heat, but if she did anything to show it, it was in the privacy of the cow shed and we didn't see it.  Dang.  It's hard to breed a cow when you don't know when she's in the mood.