I spent most of the weekend in bed, in my continuing battle with a resilient and persistent flu bug and cold combination of some kind. Not my preferred way to spend my days, especially with so very much to do right now, both on the Endeavor project, and readying the Keeper’s House, Boat House, Oil House, Tower, Boats, Dock & Floats, and Grounds for the coming season. Today however I awoke slightly better, no longer a card-carrying member of The Walking Dead, but not yet part of the “Spry and Mighty”. My head was clearer though, and it’s back to productivity.
The mice and squirrels were incredibly annoying last night and this morning and yet try as I might, no sight, only sound of them. A little before noon I heard them running around upstairs, stealthily headed up, but was again, thwarted by their incredibly ability to seemingly walk through walls. Back down at the laptop and a half hour later, sounds of squirrels coming from the downstairs bath. They were in the vanity, under the sink, and upon opening the doors after barricading the bathroom door, I discovered two of them, and they discovered me. They disappeared into a small, hidden hole in the wall and I was ready for my second battle of the day.
The next three hours was a contest of trickery, speed, and endurance. Long story short, in and out of the wall, up and down the pipes into the cellar, in and out of the Havahart trap (several times to my chagrin), and a 20 minute, dead-still, Mexican Stand-Off staring contest, I finally got them relegated to the Dungeon of a cellar, plugged the wall hole with steel wool, and nailed an inch thick barrier of wood and steel wool around the pipes. I won the battle today. A decisive one in a war that has raged on this island for the last six weeks. I may have even won the war. Every other crack, crevice and hole is sealed up tight. I’m hopeful. Oh, and I’ve run out of humanitarian patience for the mice, and finally broke down and set traps. It’s only a matter of time before this Keeper’s House is back to being “humans only”.
Here’s a snap of the other squirrels in their own stand-off, who agreeably live outside. I know because I took it during this afternoon’s extended firefight.
While writing this post one of the two island Eagles landed outside the window, touching down briefly in the grass, and returning to flight. I am always scrambling to turn on the camera, zoom in, and find the target, generally overwhelmed by the excitement of it all no matter how many times I bear witness, that it’s very tough to get a clear shot. But this one is at least testament to the fact…
Rain didn’t turn out to be what was forecast, although the wind certainly did and has again picked up strongly, although out of the north, which is good for the dock, floats and boat. Seasoned Little River Volunteer Lee Leighton will be staying on island from tomorrow noon through Friday morning and I expect we’ll get a lot done. I am always so grateful for our volunteers. Thanks for checking in, sharing and Liking. And for the many “Feel Better” wishes I’ve received. The Horn sounds. The Light is on. Good Enuf.