Our pals the garter snakes are finding the donkey shed a spiffy place to take up residence. Yesterday moved a plastic bag full of grass clippings (lip smackin' good) and, yup, there was a wiggly friend. Threw a flake a hay out and, yup, a little guy slithered away (probably sulking). Rick says, well sure, they're looking for mice.
A couple of days ago overturned a feed pan and there was a....... salamander. The shed is definitely not for the critter-phobes!
I'd hate to peek under the pallets. Who knows what we'd find.