tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18287683.post3484475940348768667..comments2024-01-16T22:31:44.531-05:00Comments on Haphazard Life: Cottage moments #1Jazzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14644896022880634803noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18287683.post-18129889310630064512007-06-20T15:12:00.000-04:002007-06-20T15:12:00.000-04:00DD - Seems we have a bunch of bleeding hearts in t...DD - Seems we have a bunch of bleeding hearts in this batch of bloggers...<BR/><BR/>BP - I can't help but wonder how they managed to get themselves set up inside the ROOF of your car. Do you take them on road trips with you?<BR/><BR/>Dan - How is it I'm not surprised you picked up on the boob thing, eh? ;-)<BR/><BR/>As for my neighbors, they were sleeping the sleep of the just, or the dammned or hung over, whatever that saying is. Only ones who saw me are the birds, the mouse and assorted creepy crawleys.<BR/><BR/>Jill - She DID. End of story.Jazzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14644896022880634803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18287683.post-43230928615943700882007-06-20T12:58:00.000-04:002007-06-20T12:58:00.000-04:00Oh how sweet! I'm a sucker for baby animals of an...Oh how sweet! I'm a sucker for baby animals of any kind too. And I just know Momma Mouse came back for her babies. She DID. End of story.Jillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16927671598473871081noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18287683.post-76218672489846072952007-06-20T10:26:00.000-04:002007-06-20T10:26:00.000-04:00Must've been a boy. 'Cause boys and boobs, ya know...<I>Must've been a boy. 'Cause boys and boobs, ya know.</I><BR/><BR/>Very funny! Do you know me??<BR/><BR/>Poor little mousies. I hope it was option #1 too. (Did your neighbors see you bucked nekkid??)Danhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09763751210167358084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18287683.post-18339888108701848112007-06-20T07:59:00.000-04:002007-06-20T07:59:00.000-04:00oh THE conundrum! You handled it well. A mice fa...oh THE conundrum! You handled it well. A mice family lives in the roof of my car (I know, I know--) and one day recently I found a blind hairless baby (minutes old?) on the floor of the passenger side.<BR/><BR/>What to do? so I put some peanut butter on a dog biscuit and tucked him next to it over under a nice rock--protected and cool-- hours later he was gone--<BR/><BR/>we won't think about anything but him cheeping next to the peanut butter biscuit which was how I last saw him.<BR/><BR/>~bpAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18287683.post-74165100311052570982007-06-20T01:16:00.000-04:002007-06-20T01:16:00.000-04:00I'm a bleeding heart, too, so I'm going to tell my...I'm a bleeding heart, too, so I'm going to tell myself that the mom came and found the babies. That's what I'm going to say.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02737980462115396236noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18287683.post-49329797134467978462007-06-19T16:46:00.000-04:002007-06-19T16:46:00.000-04:00Ian - They are little cuties, aren't they? I want ...Ian - They are little cuties, aren't they? I want a mouse in a fort!<BR/><BR/>Ticknart - Cooking things or setting fire to the cottage, depending on how evil they are.<BR/><BR/>Geewits - Yeah, of course that's what happened. Are we naive or what?<BR/><BR/>Josie - I bow down before thee, oh goddess of all things HTML.<BR/><BR/>Voyager - I had cats. They ran from spiders, let alone anything bigger. Pathetic they were.<BR/><BR/>Toastie - Yeah, just watch those babies come back and make my life miserable soon.<BR/><BR/>BB - A softie? Isn't that something along the lines of the pot calling the kettle black?Jazzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14644896022880634803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18287683.post-32142182636735779772007-06-19T16:20:00.000-04:002007-06-19T16:20:00.000-04:00Should have just turned on the propane. You didn't...Should have just turned on the propane. You didn't even have to light it, the gas would have done the job. Of course if you lit it before moving them whilst toasting some hamburgers, it would probably give a "j'ne sais quoi" of flavour to the meat. ;o) You are such a softy, mind you I once moved a mouse family out to the field in back, only to have a crow come down and eat them. Such is life.Big Brotherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08309464919532916689noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18287683.post-64259578078770266442007-06-19T16:00:00.000-04:002007-06-19T16:00:00.000-04:00awwww. cuteness.awwww. cuteness.Hageltoasthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15377246614125062089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18287683.post-37369867223912850732007-06-19T13:31:00.000-04:002007-06-19T13:31:00.000-04:00You big softie. With three cats we don't have a mo...You big softie. <BR/>With three cats we don't have a mouse problem. Except when they proudly bring them in to show us what talented hunters they are.<BR/>V.Voyagerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02116163756128298793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18287683.post-38732768015031855632007-06-19T13:24:00.000-04:002007-06-19T13:24:00.000-04:00Jazz, I once adopted a baby shrew mole and he/she ...Jazz, I once adopted a baby shrew mole and he/she lived in an Eddy's match box and I fed him/her spiders. Baby mice are so cute. Lovely little story.<BR/><BR/>BTW, if you go into the html codes when you upload a picture, you will see a code that says div /div. I you remove those, you will get rid of the extra spaces.<BR/><BR/>Cheers,<BR/>JosieJohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06979114933441527890noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18287683.post-72994348918703017812007-06-19T13:08:00.000-04:002007-06-19T13:08:00.000-04:00I bet she retrieved them and found a new safer spo...I bet she retrieved them and found a new safer spot. Yeah, sure that's what happened.geewitshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11590044820333720010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18287683.post-63964198712130980592007-06-19T11:16:00.000-04:002007-06-19T11:16:00.000-04:00This story is like a prequel to Mrs. Frisby and th...This story is like a prequel to <I>Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of Nimh</I>. I can't help picturing the mice tapping into the propane to use it for cooking things.ticknarthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00801355244098858109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18287683.post-87076998732546659712007-06-19T10:34:00.000-04:002007-06-19T10:34:00.000-04:00... or are they 'mouselets?'What a sweet and compa...... or are they 'mouselets?'<BR/>What a sweet and compassionate story.<BR/>Years ago I had a workshop in an outdoor shed and there was a mouse that became so familiar he would sit on the bench and watch me while I worked.<BR/>Then one day I had to get something from under the bench. There I saw an odd thing. The mouse had build himself a little fortress with a circle of old bent nails and little caches of food on the inside. I realized they are much brighter than we give them credit for.<BR/>But, I guess being so little you have to be bright.<BR/>Neat story.<BR/>IanIan Lidsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14106994463366766471noreply@blogger.com