Late Monday evening, Danny decided to go mouse hunting. We don’t mouse hunt outside; we mouse hunt in our mudroom closet. The closet is where we store our grains for the chickens, dog food, and cat food. In other words, it’s a mouse’s paradise.
More! This time, there were four fuzzies and three pinkies.They were carefully transferred from my recycling bag to the bucket with the others.I was worried. I knew we would have to catch the mothers or they wouldn’t make it. I didn’t want them to die. So we continued the hunt. Three adult mice later, we had caught none. Zero. It was 11 PM, and we were tired. We left the mice in the bucket and put a recycling bag next to it. Danny’s theory was that the mama would come to take care of them, climb the bag, jump into bucket, and be trapped.
The next morning… only babies. But they were still alive. All day, I checked on them. I never saw a mama. But the babies were still okay. We left in the bucket overnight again. Wednesday morning, Danny led me into kitchen. The bucket was on the table. He had caught three mice! Two were females and one was a male. We weren’t sure if either of the females were mamas, but we figured we could watch them and see what happened.
One female has a few white markings on her; she’s beautiful. She’s taking care of all of the babies. They’re so cute! They’re living beside my computer desk, so I hear lots of squeaking going on. I love having squeaky baby mice!