You can’t really see it, but I heard scratching this morning and found a wee mouse peeking out of our humane trap.
We drove to Victoria Park and found a nice spot near a park building. I piled up some food, and Craig made a little nest of a toilet roll and leaves, then we let the mouse out. Unfortunately, it all happened so fast that I couldn’t get a picture: its little face poking out of the trap, black eyes bulging with fear, then it dashed away under the building.
Goodbye, friend 🙁
What is it about interacting with animals, eh? We often want more than they do — some kind of relationship or reciprocation, whereas they’re busy being scared or just surviving — but I just feel such love and care for them, and I believe that’s everyone’s native response until it’s stifled or forgotten.