Robin was a regular visitor, but I would lose him soon, I realised. I caught mice in humane traps and took them for walks, but they always returned.
That night I heard the owl, sounding hungry. No mice droppings the next morning, nor the next.
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The robin was at the window again this morning, looking disconsolate. His seed tray was empty, deliberately so on my part. Evidence of mice in the kitchen was quite clear. To feed or not feed the birds, that was the question giving me sleepness nights. Does feeding the birds encourage mice, I wondered.
Robin was a regular visitor, but I would lose him soon, I realised. I caught mice in humane traps and took them for walks, but they always returned. That night I heard the owl, sounding hungry. No mice droppings the next morning, nor the next.
Jane Neil-MacLachlan
7/1/2015 06:47:08 am
Don't know who to feel sorriest for, the robin or the mice!!
Gordon Lawrie
7/1/2015 03:12:32 pm
I think I'd give the owl a medal. Mice are a pain. Comments are closed.
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