I told you about our little mouse here.
By Saturday we still hadn't caught the bugger. He was still eating the bait off the traps without setting them off so we headed down to the new and super big Bunnings store to get more traps.
We bought three different types.
The three traps at the top are the new ones. The plastic grey one on the bottom was the original one we used - it didn't work.
So, we set them all with peanut butter that night (he seemed to like peanut butter the most). And went to bed with our fingers crossed.
Sunday morning we woke to find our little friend had been caught in the nice humane keep-him-alive trap.
Great.
He was such a tiny little thing and whilst we were happy for him the be caught and killed in one of the other traps, now that he was caught alive we couldn't bring ourselves to kill him.
So Mr Berry bundled Miss Berry and the mouse (not together - the mouse was in a bucket. Miss Berry wouldn't fit in the bucket so we put her in her car seat) in the car and set off for Oatley Park. A nice large recreational park with lots of bushland. He and Miss Berry let the mouse go on the edge of the bush and they were happily watching the little thing scamper away.
All of a sudden the mouse changed direction and headed out onto the grassed area of the park and before you could say 'oh look at that little mouse' a bird swooped down and took him.
Mr Berry was speechless.
Miss Berry said 'Where did the mouse go?'
I don't think I need to say any more.
3 comments:
This is the circle of life. At least his death has had meaning.
No that bird will live to breed in the spring. One life for many.
That is very true Angela.
I am not sad that the mouse was taken by the bird - as you say that is the naural way of things.
I was a little shocked at the time though.
Emma
*that* is hilarious, sorry !
Pleased to meet you - I followed you here via your twitter after you followed me .. so I suppose that means we're playing 'tag' ;)
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