Drunk Squirrel wrote:
I’ve contemplated quitting raising cattle over the carnage that is first cutting hay.
The dumb little birds nested on top of the grass that fly the wrong way- you dumb shit, go away from the big loud thing, not into it.
A couple years ago I got a fawn in the mower, it's hooves were about an inch long, so really young. Never saw it before the next round, must have chosen fight over flight. The pheasant nests get me, since they have become quite rare around here, smash a dozen eggs at a time.