We had planned on releasing little Miny Mo today. In preparation for the big event I’d prepped a little release shelter for him which we had placed in his file box. My thought was he would have the little shelter to hide in until he found suitable accommodations in the great outdoors. In the file box we also put a small bowl with soil and sprigs of plants from the woodsy area near where he had been found. Seeds were scattered about and little mouse seemed to enjoy digging in the soil and foraging for seeds. Each day following, he was a little more shy, a little more wild. By Wednesday of last week, he declined to take formula from the eyedropper, preferring instead to lap up his milk from a tiny bottle cap. While it saddened me to have him hide from me, I knew it was for the best. For him to survive on his own, for even a short while, he would need every wily instinct he could muster.
For several nights I’d placed the file box in the garage to let the little fellow adjust to cooler temperatures. In the morning I’d find him curled up snugly in his nest of tissue. Friday morning when I went to check on him, I discovered our tiny guest had taken matters into his own wee hands and had clambered or jumped his way to freedom.
Friday evening, we put a small dish with seeds and bottle caps with water and formula on the garage floor. Some creature, whether Miny Mo or one or more of his kin, had enjoyed the offerings. Knowing we do not want to encourage rodents near the house, last evening we set out live traps, baited with oatmeal and seeds. While one was tripped this morning, there was no little mouse inside. The nearby seed dish had not been disturbed, so we are hoping our little orphan made his way successfully out of the garage and into the nearby woods.
I must say, I find myself missing the busy little mouse. I hope his life, be it long or short, will be a grand adventure. Perhaps he packed a tiny rucksack and is on his way to visit the mice of Brambly Hedge! Bon Voyage! Good luck! : )