I always let my small garden grow a little on the wild side to encourage the local wildlife to visit (remember the fox); but just recently it has grown a bit too wild, so I called in two big men with chainsaws, hedge trimmers and an assortment of ‘serious’ gardening tools, to set about repairing fences, clearing rubbish and cutting back the vegetation before it engulfed my property. It took them a whole day to complete the task !
Of course the birds who usually hang on my bird feeders decided to seek pastures new and did not return for a couple of days, but when the men left I was amazed to see one little creature staring up at me as I inspected a bare patch of ground where once the wreck of a greenhouse had stood. It was a tiny harvest mouse …
… whom I had often seen grabbing a few peanuts when the birds were not looking. He was looking at me as if to say … “What the … ! … just happened ?”
Now the branches where this particular bird feeder hung were no more, so I thought little ‘Mickey’ might be wondering where his next meal was coming from. I need not have worried, for within five minutes of me rehanging the feeder on a branch several feet from where it used to hang, the clever little mouse had climbed the tree, and worked out how to reach the peanuts.
Now all say …
… Ahhhh ! 🙂
bigjohn 
