Despite the note telling me all about the bird feeder near the garden shed which houses a mouse , I still manage to set my heart racing . On the third day I notice the feeder is empty whilst conducting a finger tip search of the garden for one of the cats which has gone missing in action and whilst filling in time hoping for the return of the senior wanderer , I bring out the sunflower hearts and forget the note detailing the said mouse.
Picking the only empty feeder off the tree I notice how dusty it looks and glance inside at the cobwebby sides. Lifting the top off I wonder if Puss Cat will be long as I didn't see her at all yesterday and don't feel like going another day without spotting her . Its brilliant sunshine and I reckon she is out here lounging somewhere but there is a faint niggle of anxiety tickling at my innards. As I lift the feeder down and raise the plastic jug to fill I glance in and There ! At the bottom , looking up , all eyes and crooked cobweb legs is a tiny yet hugely thin all at once mouse staring back at me . Mm I think . Mouse! Put it down before it is up your non existent sleeves! I gingerley place the feeder on the ground and as I do the mouse whooshes up like a firework and up the tree under which we are standing .
My heart is racing . I am proud that I have not dropped it . Proud that it did not wind up somewhere about my person , dressed as I am in vest top with spaghetti straps and cut off trousers. Bare legs bare arms and chest with altogether too much room for manouvre!
And the note from S did inform me that she had seen the inhabitant mouse sitting eating inside the feeder, though she did not mention that this took place whilst she was trying to fill it .
And as I head back to the house there curled up like a snake is the lady of the house , fast asleep , uninterested in mice except in her dreams.
Her sister clambers out onto the fish pond pointing out that the tree stump has dried out over night and that my responsibility it is to bring a kettle full of water to replenish for her drinking pool . What can I do but acquiesce and then sit while watching the life of the garden as the morning purrs and buzzes on ?
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My elderly neighbor has bought a Prius, but she's afraid to drive it, and she kept her old horribly polluting car, which is what she drives still.
Lily, our senior cat, has taken to not coming in until VERY late.
Hope you're well.
Thank you, I'm very well .. you won't see me for dust once my C1 arrives . Ray from the garage says it will arrive on the 21st . I'm almost too excited to speak .
What on earth is Lily up to ? Have you any ideas?
I don't think we have those over here, How about a link to get a peek at it? As long as you're not too excited to blog. Lily is feeling her "feralmones" (despite being fixed.)
YOu dont have Bird Feeders? Available in every Garden Centre here ? Or no Mice ? It was in one of my CatCalling gardens so unless the Fairytale GargenManagers co operate with a link ( they might ? ) , Im not sure about the link ... great idea though . I would love it . Their garden is full of interest ....including their very vocal cats . WWW.CatCam here we come .....
Oh ! I think you might have meant my C1 !!! haha .... No they are too teeny . Link to follow .....tittering at my mistake .
I got curious and looked it up. (the C1) We have had bird feeders, but they tend to get messy.
Thanks for the special link! I feel so special!
THink of all the Traffic I'd be driving to your Blog ... if only I had any to drive .... ? I think there will be a few C1 s heading your way now though ?
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