Every 10 years or so the quila blooms. Quila is our local version of bamboo. And it blooms, all of it. At the same time in the whole region. No idea how it coordinates.
After the bloom comes seeds. In the fall there is a huge supply of rich, tasty seeds and the mice go crazy feeding and reproducing.
In the winter we have the plague. It's officially called a plague.
3 weeks ago we counted mice crossing the highway on the way home from Cisnes. We counted 40. Usually we don't see any. Sunday night, same trip, we counted 863.
There were a few sections where you could barely see the road for all the squished mice. There were dozens running around and many mice eating the dead ones. We thought it would be a great spot to not break down in.
No, I don't have any pictures. You wouldn't want to see them anyway.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
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