The Blacks are progressing, slowly, with their ‘gentling’. I think having them in for three days during the blizzard really showed them what the ‘good life’ is all about. A luxury once tasted becomes a necessity. And they most adamantly want in with the others every night since.
He decided that we need to up the ante with their training, and that includes playing, non-stop, the ‘spooky noises’ CD as presented by Clinton Anderson. I know it literally saved my butt from hitting the ground with KC. The noises are varied, all happening in real life, and moves their knowledge base forward. He plans on installing speakers in their stalls, too.
I had some 'gas points' that expire tomorrow, so I filled up.
He got the CD out and tried to put into the radio, which is actually a car stereo/CD/Tape player. There was CD already in, which came out, but the new CD wouldn’t play. He wiped the CD, put it back in, wouldn’t play. Again and again. Wouldn’t play.
Last summer he built a surround for the radio to keep it bolted to the shelf he had made, so the horses would stop pulling the radio off the ledge. It’s not going anywhere.
While he was trying to trouble-shoot the problem, he saw a mouse run onto the ledge, I saw it, too! It quickly ran all the way around the walls, on the ledge, hopped down the lower wall braces, across the doorway and into the pyramid of tools, rakes and shovels. In a flash, gone.
The mouse had made a home in the back of the radio, filling up the warm cavity with debris, paper shreds, and all manner of stuff and stuffing. Setting up a cozy home in the secure and warmed radio, it was a palace!
The radio is now off, this having become a barn fire hazard. No news, no music, no noise. No CD.
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