Dead rat stories anyone? Starter for 10..

yuk!!

my wee cat is an amazing ratter / mouser even though shes tiny! she can bring 3 / 4 in a night with that funny miaw / growling they do when they have caught something. they are often still alive too!

couple of years ago when i was still a WP, I decided that wee should pull apart the shavings banks and give the boxes a good gut out. i heard a scream from next door and my friend had dug up mummy mice and about 6 very very young meece.

all the other girls were petrified of them, i just launched them into a bucket and introduced them to Leo the cat....

Our farriers JRT is also awesome at catching mice and rats, she bounds about the beds when she comes to visit and totally guts the place. a lot of the liveries actually get the farrier to go round to their houses with her for an afternoons 'ratting'
 
I was about 10 I think and was about to empty water bucket so stuck my hand in it to scoop the hay off the top and got an added bonus of a huge soggy rat, I think I screamed for about a week I can still feel it on my hand now eurgh!
Another one not at farm but at work someone had spotted a rat so we had some super sticky pads put down next morning we had caught rat feet....yes just feet- we had to follow the trail of blood to catch the damn thing.
Horrid Horrid little things
 
These stories are both hilarious and slightly putting me off the idea of making supper; but thought I ought to add my own (slightly non-rodent related) story.

Mummy's mini shetlands were grazing the lawn (very effective lawnmowers!) near the house, mummy and I watched a crow fly into the window, become stunned and flop on the grass, followed by mini shetland mare galloping across the lawn to investigate. Before either of us could go outside to watch, said shetland had begun eating the crow feathers and all....; needless to say the pony's 'awwwww' factor was very much reduced afterwards and I didnt have quite the same urge for pony kisses!

Second the lady who mentioned horses decapitating chickens, our neighbour had a horse that would attack lambs and try something similar- whoever said all horses were pacifists!!:rolleyes:
 
Funny this thread has come up, just yesterday morning when I went to muck out, 1 of my horses had stamped on a rat just inside his stable door, it was obviously quite freshly done too - lucky as I didn't fancy the idea of a frozen ratcicle stuck to the stable mats! It had a fairly unfortunate stance about it too!

Like some others, I do worry about my chickens wandering in my horses fields, they do chase them sometimes, and I certainly wouldn't put it past them to stamp on the chickens if they caught them!
 
Quite a few - like when I was on DIY and my horse was kept in the converted cow shed. I would do the last check on the way home and learnt to my cost that I would need to drive into the yard and shine my lights up into the shed - and watch the rats come running out.. I only once turned the lights on (in aerobic gear!)

second has to be one of the younger girls complaining her sugar beet was a bit stiff so one of the mums stuck her hand in to stir it round.. and pulled out the remains of a rat..

Last but not least - I too have picked up a dead rat when skipping out my boy first thing in the morning...
 
One dark winter morning, a couple of years ago, I arrived at the stables early to feed. Barely awake, I came to the realisation that the plastic feed bin was squeaking. Having had mice jump out of feed sacks in my face before, I quickly fetched yard manager to tell her wot was going on (think two women shrieking and giggling). She had three JRT's so got her best `ratter' and suggested that she could go and sort out the rat in the bin. Lid off, JRT in, much snarling and rocking bin, squeaking till all went quiet. Just about to lift lid off, it starts again. Finally, we lift lid off to see a very happy JRT and LOADS of baby rats. Eurgh. Took bin to centre of garden to tip out and conduct post mortem. One little rat got away and even managed to lose the JRT haring across the garden. All the rest had been neatly dispatched with just one bite in each case pretty much. And we counted......24!!!! Yard manager's husband and YM were both grossed out, but I was quite happy to pitch them on the heap.
 
We live in an old house... not easy to keep critters out of...last winter I went to brush my teeth and a "tuft" of hair came out the tap, odd I thought ran the tap for a min and the water ceased to flow. Oh massive pants we thought the pipe has frozen.... Off we trot to check and look in the water tank... next image me in the loft removing with sword stick the decaying remains of a junior Gliss Gliss that had met it's watery demise in our tank... and now I feel queezy all over again.
 
My story is that, I left my gloves in the horses stable for after doing something, coming back, I couldnt get my glove on...then I felt a furry thing, too shocked to scream (as at first didnt know what it was) I pasted it onto my friend who screamed. I honestly do not know what happened to it, probably died with fright, poor thing. Hope that teaches rats/mice something...dont go into peoples gloves, it is a sad world living in them!
 
Not mine but OH's and really you need him to tell it as he does it with such glee but...

his parents live in an old farm house and one day had a rat in the kitchen. All three cats were utterly uninterested so OH and his dad set about trying to catch it.

First they tried catching by throwing a big cooking pot over it which obviously didn't work and then they tried to kill it by flushing it in one direction and boshing it on the head. Obviously that didn't work either as ratty was clearly much brighter than them.

So by now there is a thoroughly hysterical rat running laps around the kitchen and in it's panic it manages to wedge itself between the Aga and the wall. Ratty is now thoroughly stuck and OH and father in law are extremely peeved as obviously it is going to stink if left.

OH has this genius plan to hook it out with a kitchen skewer ( couldn't be reached by hand) and gaily thrusts one into poor rattys middle. Ratty screams what was apparently the loudest animal noise OH claims to have heard and OH pulls it out attached to this skewer still wriggling and screaming.

It makes me go eughh but my OH is so proud of his rat catching prowess. FWIW Ratty was then quickly dispatched with a kitchen knife but you should hear the boy tell this story. It gets longer and more elaborate every time!
 
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