For what it’s worth, I am finding it very difficult to be in a good mood this morning. Pardon my French, but the F-ing rabbits ate my beans and that really ticks me off. Mr. Big Food tells me there’s no way I can kill them all.
Here’s a question for SueK, JoeBeth, and anyone else who at some point made the transition from City Mouse to Country Mouse. I am hearing some rumbling that current events are prompting some City Mice to reflect on their ways of life. Some may even consider a change.
I remember our first few years here. We were never hard core City Mice but there was a time when I did not know what a bush-hog was, or that one measured fuel efficiency in tractors not by miles per gallon but by hours per gallon. There was a time when I did not know the difference between an axe and a maul. There was a time when we did not own a generator, or tillers, or toilet snakes, sub-pumps, a full set of socket wrenches, or weather radios much less our own personal weather station.
The know-it-all City Mice who move to the Country will have a lot to learn. They’ll have to learn that glyphosate is not the enemy, it is your friend; and Round-up costs way too much keep a fence line clean. They’ll have to learn that it costs less to use non-ethanol gas in your zero-turn riding mower than it does to buy a trailer, and a hitch, so you can take the mower to the shop to have the carburetor flushed. They’ll have to learn that hearing gunshots on a cold winter Saturday afternoon is no cause for alarm– your neighbor got a new 9mm for Christmas!
So Country Mice, if you had the opportunity to advise a City Mouse who is considering changing his ways, what would you say?