Some of you may remember the pictures of our woodshed. Its an old tumble down wriggly tin outbuilding. I floored it out with pallets to keep the logs off the ground and help them dry better
4) The wood shed by British Red, on Flickr
BB was getting logs for the stove today and a furry shape shot from behind her. We get allsorts in the shed - birds nesting, animals sheltering from the rain so it wasn't much of a surprise.
Then she heard a squeak..and another.
She spotted the culprit and called me and I said "Is it rats? I'll get a gun".
She said "nope, can't you see them?"
She pointed underneath the pallets
Woodshed Invaders by British Red, on Flickr
I peered a little more closely
Kitens in Woodshed by British Red, on Flickr
Later the dad was on patrol - an old feral black Tom that we tolerate for his ratting prowess. Mum is a tabby - probably a barn cat or other feral we haven't seen before.
They aren't messing with us or our veg beds so I guess we'll leave them be
4) The wood shed by British Red, on Flickr
BB was getting logs for the stove today and a furry shape shot from behind her. We get allsorts in the shed - birds nesting, animals sheltering from the rain so it wasn't much of a surprise.
Then she heard a squeak..and another.
She spotted the culprit and called me and I said "Is it rats? I'll get a gun".
She said "nope, can't you see them?"
She pointed underneath the pallets
Woodshed Invaders by British Red, on Flickr
I peered a little more closely
Kitens in Woodshed by British Red, on Flickr
Later the dad was on patrol - an old feral black Tom that we tolerate for his ratting prowess. Mum is a tabby - probably a barn cat or other feral we haven't seen before.
They aren't messing with us or our veg beds so I guess we'll leave them be