Tiny

Mrs SoL asked me to pick up the dead mouse from the guest kitchen floor today.  As I did, it wriggled and squeaked.  Clearly Mrs SoL has yet to master the difference between alive and dead.  We have been catching a fair number of mice over the past few days (humanely - of course), then releasing them at least 2 km from the house (Mrs SoL rule).  We did have one other very small one, but with all the parents gone, this one looks rather dehydrated and is very very lethargic.  It is being looked after in a safe place at the moment in the hope that a neighbour will want to take it home with her.  My personal view is that its days are severely numbered.  Its amazing that it has survived without parents this long.