Lawn Maintenance Drama

I love my riding mower!

Lyn persuaded me to get it last year after our push mower broke for the 50th time. I was looking at a nice self propelled, but she was leaning towards this instead. This is difficult for me to say but man was she right. After being out side for about an hour and a half on Saturday I came inside and made the declaration that if my mower had the appropriate orifices I would make sweet love to it. Lyn thought I was going a bit far with my affection. She said she could see that feeling towards some kind of sports car but not towards a lawn mower. While I can understand the sports car sentiment as well a sports car looks cool and gets you from point A to B but it can do what my mower did on Saturday.

That's right, it mowed the back 40 in an hour. What used to take me all day with the old push mower was turned into a manageable chore and that's with all the crazy slopes in our yard and the additional drama that came with mowing. What kind of drama can come with mowing? Well see if you can look below and see what I luckly saw while riding through the tall unkempt grass in our backyard.

Yup, I found Uno in middle of our yard hidden in all the tall fescue. He ran over to our fence and tried to act like he didn't see me. I scooped him up in one of the planter pots we have in the backyard. I had to move him out of the path of the mower and preferably out of the yard as that's where monkey hangs out and I don't think the two of them would get along well.

I threw a penny in with him just so you could get a size reference. When I brought him to see Lyn she immediately ran off to the kitchen and came back with a bag of baby carrots. I tried to tell her I didn't think he was interested in eating and probably wouldn't won't baby carrots. The response that I got was "BABY BUNNIES EAT BABY CARROTS!!!" No arguing with that kind of enthusiasm. Any way Uno was safely placed in the woods behind our house just outside the fence. He could come back an visit but was safe from the mower and Monkey dog.

I returned to the mower and then thought I better check around just to make sure we didn't have anymore little visitors in the backyard. That's when I ran into these guys.

Dos,

and Tres. They were a little feistier than Uno and kept trying to jump out of the flower pot that I put them in. I managed to get them out of the backyard and over with Uno before they hopped out .

After safely deporting all of our illegal aliens I did one more good sweep of the area and found their burrow in the mulch around our Japanese Maple. They had dug down, lined it with fur and had probably been hanging in our back yard for weeks without any of us even knowing. I would have at least thought Monkey would have found them. That is what she was bred for, but then again we are talking about a dog we named Monkey and the name certainly fits.