Farm Friday - Bucket o' Rats

As the title of this blog would indicate, I live on a farm.

And on this farm, we have some rats.

E-I-E-I-Eek.

Before we got chickens, we had the occassional rat, but nothing to write home about.

Now that the barn is home to a baker's dozen hens and their Big Daddy, it's like an all-you-can-eat buffet for the nasty varmints.

If the chickens are World War II, the rats are the baby boomers.

Anyway, over Easter weekend, we had our son's friend try his hand at picking them off with his pellet gun.

He was beyond excited to do this for us.
Because he's a boy.
Because it involved shooting his gun.

So he taped a flashlight to his gun and waited anxiously till the sun went down, and then crept stealthily to the barn.

The first night he got 5.

The next night he got 7.

He presented me with his Bucket o'Rats with a proud grin stretched across his face and the blinding glow of testosterone radiating forth.

I took a picture, but it was simply too grisly to post here (even for me, and I've posted pictures of my colt's recently scooped out testicles on my blog). So you know it had to be bad.

But I had to have a picture to show you.

So I drew one with my computer's paint program:





















There now. Thanks to me, you can now say that you have seen a bucket o'rats.

Who else do you know that can make that claim?

Just one of the many services I provide.....






Oh and before you go and call the Humane Society on me, or AT&F, let me justify my actions with a few bullet points.
Because if you use bullet points, all wrongs are righted.

*The boy in question has a permit for his gun. Or a license. Or whatever documentation makes him all legal-like.
*The boy in question is a crack shot. He hunts regularly with his father, and their family eats what they kill (with the exception of the rats, though I did offer).
*All his rat kills were head shots, so there was a minimum of suffering for the revolting creatures.
*Shooting the rats in the head is a far more humane death than would be had with poison, or traps, or dog or cat. So we did them a kindness.

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