A Baby Mouse
On the way into the basement this morning, I came upon the tiniest of baby mice. Furred out, eyes closed. Eating sawdust. Unsure on his hind legs. A few times falling on his side, rolling onto his back and struggling back onto his hind legs. He nibbled at a piece of block and ravaged a small piece of apple. He is now in a smallish plastic container with a heated rice sock under him and room to move off of it. He has fleece bedding, some apple and block, and a very shallow lid of water. I’m thinking about starting the baby flyer protocol. He might not make it through the night but he must be as comfortable as he can be whether or not he’s on the way out. Thoughts?
"some old things are lovely, warm still with life ... of the forgotten men who made them." - D.H. Lawrence