The title of this blog could be read as horrible rodents, or horrible hunters. I suppose both are equally true. There are many rats on this property although they don’t get in my way too often they can occasionally startle me. The dogs however would love to catch one but they’re horrible at it.
The female, is the one that most loves to hunt but she’s not a hunting dog by any means she’s not really even a good pet. She sits up in her afternoon bedroom and hears things so she barks. Occasionally I give in and I let her come out. She exits the house full speed with determination and optimism. She checks the three or four places she had seen rats vanish into. Holes in the house and cracks underneath the various things that occupy our backyard.
I don’t know that she’s ever caught one and a surprisingly she doesn’t seem to smell or see them much. Whenever I sit still for three or four minutes I see at least one or two scurrying about the backyard in the various places food is known to be. The leftovers from the chickens or the pig.
Dogs tend to stay up by the house where I sit for the most part. They’ll go on a scavenger hunt once in a while or if I walk around.
The rats know the deal. They know where to hide and they know their direct routes to and from the feeding areas. Shortly after the chickens return to the coop they come running to check but they’re always cautious of movement or sounds. They scurry away.
I feel sad for the dog. It’s probably not healthy to kill a rat but it would be nice if they could catch one or two occasionally and feel good about it while at the same time lessening the population.
Oh well. Not today dog not today.