there is a rat in my kitchen. still. All the food is stored in bottles. Last week we found his 'wife and kids' and gently wrapped them up with a lunch box and relocated them in a safe place in the bush. Big boy hubby remains. What to do. What is the right thing to do? He is a majestic healthy boy. poison is not an option. Not right for the ecosystem. I will not use a trap. So I imagine we share the kitchen. Jist ensure he does not get a harem. One rat is enough!
My mum passed when I was 23. I never really had the opportunity to come back home to a respectful relationship with her after my teenage rebellious tribulations and assaults on her goodwill. So this blog is to honour and thank her for her contribution to my love for nature. She was an avid bird watcher and had dreams of travelling through the bush. I have many memories of her being fascinated by animals on our weekend getaways to the Kruger National Park. My first memory of her was her riding a horse called Thunder. That is a beautiful memory and the name of the horse is as mystical and awe inspiring as her impact on who I am in relationship with animals. She was fearless. And always confident that all would be well. She had faith in my animal relationships always. As a very young child I was given the task on many occasions to hand rear orphan wildlife and pets. She never micro managed the process but would offer helpful insight that came naturally to her. ...
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