The mice have made an appearance. They have started to nibble on my bread. Yet I still can’t find any other sign of them being inside. Outside they have discovered the toilet paper. The outhouse was full of tiny shreds of paper. I picture them in their nest which is constructed of cedar and two ply.
Last night as I was lying on my bed being warmed by the fire I heard thunder. Thunder? We hardly hear it here in the PNW. When it happened again I realized it was snow crashing down the mountain, an avalanche. They were still going off this morning.
My rain catchment system is up and running. I simply angled a trap over my wood pile and directed the rain into a garbage pail. Where I can easily collect water for dishes and bathing, yeah!!!
I’ve seem to have made friends with a pacific wren. He sits on the cedar stump near my door and sings to me when I step outside.
I feel so grateful to have these moments at the yurt…Michelle