I've seen it before - but only as a streak of sleek red fur along the
bank behind the stream.
And I'm certainly familiar with details of its domestic live, having
followed a string a tarry black sprints back to its larder - a dead bird
carefully stashed in a hole in one of my duvets!
But this morning, as I was looking for a sheltered spot to pee in the
little wood behind the garden, I saw a small lithe mammal leap through
the comfrey leaves just below the SolarVenti intake.
And then it popped up to check me out - a tiny ginger critter, with a
white bib and a sharp little face.
Long may he or she (or they) remain, to keep the cottage mouse-free.
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