The hen house was due a clearout prior to conversion to what should be something like a newsagents full of magazines, that way Isabelle can sit surrounded by them instead of me being surrounded by them in every room in the house.
The place was full of several years of hen poo (the deep litter method) and generations of mice that had thrived on the corn living a life of leisure doing what mice do.
In fact isabelle had remarked that the last time she used the clothes dryer there had been a hellish squeaking noise when she switched it on.
Needless to say there were many mice all different sizes which took refuge in various holes as the cleaning began, some came out of the clothes dryer itself, I said "We better see if it still works"
I plugged it in, the light came on but the motor just went ERRRRRRRRRRR and nothing happened, so I got the thing outside and there were mice looking out of the fan bit. "Ohh! look at their little faces, they're so cute!" said Isabelle.
Anyway these rodents had built a nest inside the actual fan and filled it up with shredded cardboard and chicken feathers, jamming it up completely . "Bloody mice!" I said, there was about a dozen still inside there.
Eventually the mice were dislodged and took off under the hedge but one got a rude awakening when an older hen pecked at it, there was a loud squeak.
The day of the mice ended when I'd taken all the junk three miles to the skips, there was a mouse running round in the trailer.
Having caught it in a tupperware I said to Isabelle "I've got one of our mice down here at the skips what do you want me to do with it? Release it here to make a new life in the town or bring it back with the others?
"Oh bring it back with the rest of its family"
What is it about mice and handbags?
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