The new barn mousers have arrived. They came from another barn across the way that has a cat problem, and we have a mouse problem: all good. I took them up into the warm hayfilled mezzanine floor of the barn, high and safe, above the big animals, to acclimatise. When they can climb down by themselves they will be ready to join the frey. 
Until then they get room service. They have no names yet. We will see what they are like first.
There is very little light direct up there and you know how I feel about the flash, so these images lack some clarity, but make up for it with cuteness. They are surely not going to be scaring any ‘meeces to pieces’ just yet. In fact the mice are probably having a good giggle.
While I was up the top, trying to capture images of the two skittish new kittens I saw Li’l Puss The Scrapper down below playing with a poor unfortunate mouse. 
You kind of have to narrow your eyes and squint a bit to see him and his mouse but I am feeling very positive about the ultimate demise of this particular rodent. Good wee Scrapper. He is being called the Li’l Puss the Scrapper because he growls at all the other animals on the property.
Here is a wider view to give you some perspective. Daisy is good for perspective. 
The new fence is finished. Though, as many of you know, fencing is endless. 
Baby Bobby Blanc has begun to crop the outer regions of the property. We run long wires around the outside of each field and the calves are tethered to these wires and can roam up and down eating all the good stuff. 
It was an absolutely and completely gorgeous day yesterday. Although our temperatures started out chilly, we climbed to warm, still and stunning. When the surrogate milkers arrived at 5.15 on the dot, as usual, I was perched on a brick, with my eyes closed, taking in the sun. Caught you sitting down, they said with surprise. 
The Daily View and temperature were taken in the morning, the afternoon was much warmer. 
Good morning. Thank you so much for all your good advice about NaNoWriMo. I know many of you have done it before so all your good words are very welcome. November is going to be a month of extreme time management. Time management is something I am good at though. My task over the next few days is to document my day and look for time I can steal for writing. We won’t lose the daily blog though. This is my morning ritual. I could not bear to start my day without saying good morning to you.
Good Morning. You all have a lovely day. Look for loveliness today.
celi
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62 responses to “Big Scary Moggy Mousers: They have arrived!”
The little kittens are just gorgeous. And I can just imagine that you would need very good time management skills on your farmy. Great that you have them aplenty! xx
Oooooh soooo cute. 🙂 Morning, c! Morning, farmy critters! Morning, sunshine! xx
Morning Misky! c
Argh look at their wee faces! Time management is definitely the order of the month for November, it is coming on so quickly, too – always the way. Can’t wait to read your end result x
Soooo envious of your kittens. I love the aerial views of the barn – how industrious you have been. I can’t believe your max temperature – here we’ve had the stove lit the last few days.
The typesize in my inbox is rather small, and I read your title as “Big Scary Moggy Trousers”, so my mind was boggling as I clicked on the link!
Adorable kittens. Did you give them names yet?
No Names yet, we will have to think on it..
Morning Cecilia, and your day looks like a normal summers day.. the kittens will grow up to reduce the mice I assume… may they grow quickly knowing what a pest those things can become in winter…
I loved your idea with the calves, wish I’d thought of that when we still had the farm… the damn things kept going through fences and it became almost a full time work looking after them… at one stage we had 33 that my wife was hand raising… she cursed them in the end… but loved them..
33! that is a good number of calves. May be a few too many to tie out on leashes! c
I love that word – “moggy”. And those faces! Just too sweet…
Hubby is one of those people who can’t abide cats, so we have none. I’ll just have to enjoy yours from afar…
Have a great day, C….it’s beautiful here!
Cute mouse disposal team! We tried moving the barn cat into the house and he took the promotion like a seasoned civil servant – got lazy and ignored his job altogether. We like him anyway, so he’ll stay. We need to recruit a real mouser soon, though.
They never go back!! c
I’d say that those meeces haven’t got a chance with those sweeties around. Either those kittens will kill the mice with cuteness– OR they will kill the mice with the more traditional approach, as demonstrated by Li’l Puss The Scrapper!
Scrapper, Spitter and Scratcher …. should scare the meeses. Cute moggies 🙂 Laura
Do you suppose that a mouser can be altered a bit to crave chasing squirrels? We watched yesterday as our newly filled bird feeder was ravaged by a motley crew of those rodents with big, bushy tails.
Good morning: we have loveliness in the form of falling rain. I had a weekend overnight in the country, complete with littered dry leaves, blue skies, a visit to an old mill and an older graveyard, good company and good music — all this while Johnny stayed home and worked in the studio. Love your new barn moggies.
What terrifying mousers you have! I hope they do their jobs very well.
Adorable. But in that scary for mice way 🙂
Oh my. I’m afraid the big scary mousers would have to live in the house until they were just a wee bit bigger – you know, just in case something bigger than they decided they might be lunch!
The dogs live in there too so they will be protected, the only things to be afraid of up in the loft are the peacocks and pigeons! Lovely to meet you.. c