Have I introduced you all to my wabbit, Mustang Sally?
When I left the DNV shelter I took Sally with me. She’s a great big “meat” rabbit, a New Zealand White. She doesn’t like other rabbits, and she doesn’t like being a house rabbit either, plus she is a ‘boring’ white bunny with red eyes, so I knew she would never get adopted. And I like Sally, as far as bunnies go … she hurls her food dish in my direction when her pellets are all gone, which makes me laugh. So I rearranged the pullet pen and made it bunny friendly, and Sally enjoys hanging out in her outdoor pen, where the WooTWoo cannot grab her by her plush white fur (not for lack of trying).
This morning I was sitting at the computer wasting some time when I heard the most doG awful squealing noises coming from outside. I ran to the sliding door to see what the heck was going on when I saw Sally rocketing around her pen like a pinball on crack, being pursued by what looked like the world’s smallest, pointiest cat.
Weasel. Frickin’ WEASEL!
I ran outside in my socks and jammies, picked up a nearby stick, leapt into the pen and began thrashing the weasel. I am not ashamed or afraid to tell you that I was hoping I would beat the little bastard to death, but he got away from me :(
Poor Sally was more than a little frightened, and missing some fur, but after a cuddle and some fresh snap peas from the garden, she calmed down and hopped back into her home.
Weasels are a menace. I try to live in relative harmony with the wildlife around these parts. Just yesterday on the way home I caught an injured baby Chukar on the side my road and brought it into work today for Wildlife Rescue to pick up and rehab. I use the organic / environmentally friendly method of either a) The WooTWoo or b) flinging tennis balls to deter chicken-hypnotized coyotes. But weasels are a whole other ball of nasty kill-for-fun wax. They can decimate an entire hen house in a single visit, and can kill a rabbit 10 times their size. They are fearless, ferocious little predators and now that I’ve got one, it’s got to go by Any Means Necessary.
Yeah it does.
Later this afternoon whilst cleaning the hen house, I discovered that Killer Bastard Weasel has already begun his reign of terror in my yard. He killed one of my blue egg laying chickens, one of the ones with the twisted feet that is unable to roost, so he probably pulled her right out of a nest box whilst she was sleeping :( I found her under the hen house with her neck and chest stripped right down to the bone.