Monday, February 18, 2008
Two Dead Mice
It’s always a bad omen when I find a dead mouse in Silk’s heated water bucket. This morning at 6 am, I found two. They must have made a date to meet in the Jacuzzi. Who knew it would end that way. The good news is that her stall didn’t flood again, even though we got two inches of rain last night.
All night, I lay in my bed listening to the wind and the rain, expecting to find my poor girl cowering in the back of her stall with a lake near the door. Instead, she was snorting at her water bucket. I have a net that I got at the tropical fish store which I used to scoop them out. It makes me so sad that I have to close my eyes when I dispose of them.
The rest of the day was grindingly difficult. I put the horses out in the pasture, dumped a bag of wood pellet bedding into Silk’s stall since water was beginning to bubble up and ooze around my boots as I mucked. Just moments after I led the horses inside, the heavens opened up, and it poured again. Once the horses were safe and dry in their stalls, I drove around town like a possessed woman, taking care of business, kids and husband.
Late afternoon, fog moved in, making the “way back” behind the barn very dreamy. I scrubbed out the heated water bucket and refilled it in Silk’s stall. She made a very funny face, lifting her lip and “flemming” at it. Since it was 60F degrees outdoors, I really wanted her to keep drinking. The mice carry the Lyme ticks and give them to the deer around here. Fortunately, the horses refuse to drink the water if they find a “floater” in it. Both of them will slurp from a bucket if I hold it under their noses. Silk drank some, but nowhere near what she needed to drink each day.
I used to be very superstitious. Working in film and theatre can do that to you. Today, finding not just one but two dead mice, I forced myself not to believe it put a negative curse on my head. It wasn’t a terrific day, but it was just fine.