I got home with about 2 hours of daylight left. I picked up sticks and filled up the mower. I got about 3/4 of an acre mowed and still had light left to rake up some of the cuttings for the chickens, gather eggs (one of which had been chipped..not a good sign), feed chickens, and then sit on the swing with a chunk of brie and a box of blackberries and watch the sun settle on golden on the horizon....then I heard it....^
rustling on the stuff on the back porch...I snuck back and there he was with his head in a box.^
I said in my semi-mean voice, "Hey! What are you doing?"
His head popped up...his tail popped up and he "chirped" hello and came walking up to me like I was an old buddie....he's about 7-8 months old and unneutered. He rubbed his head against my leg as if to say he would trade me a mousie for some real food....and of course it is a good trade.