Had a funny message from dad this morning;
The weasel came in last night and woke us up trying to get into a chicken Bonnie was thawing out! Had to hide it in the shower, then it had a fit and turned into a wolverine! Had to give it a half can of dog food. Bonnie got up and watched TV while I slept on the couch. She said it ran across me twice, then nibbled on her toes! Geeze!
The Little Bugger (as my parents call him) is really keeping us entertained these days. He runs out to the barn and gets his daily egg from the chicken and zips back to the house as soon as he smells mom’s cooking. I called, here kitty kitty, and out he came and zipped past the chicken in the shower. Mom says he doesn’t know he’s not a cat so she calls him like that, and he comes! Trouble is so does the dog, and the birds…
The chickens were getting cold last week so I built them a little shelter out of boards I found in the shop. They were checking it out but haven’t been in yet. Hopefully the Little Bugger can roll his egg out of there and not go after the hen!
Not much activity in the barnyard now, just the rooster and hen, 3 peacocks and 2 guinea hens. 
And after 45 years, the sheep and the llama are gone!
Lady doesn’t seem to mind not having to babysit the sheep but she still wants to go for walks and barks at whatever is out there at night. She doesn’t get excited about the weasel.
Dad says it’s better to have one weasel than 100 mice. Mom says he’s a goner if he breaches the bedroom door. I can’t wait for spring until the kits come out!
Dunster Days 