Sunday, June 10

Mister Mouse

Mister Mouse was sitting in the utility room on my riding boot
happily washing his whiskers.
We were both quite surprised to see each other
I said "mornin' Mr Mouse"
he waved a tiny paw and carried on washing.

I opened the back door for him
and smelling the fresh air
he carefully walked over the threshold and stood outside
trying to remember why he was there
(I know that feeling well, Mr Mouse)

I followed as he climbed up the rockery steps,
took a shortcut through the shrubs to the top of the garden
and strolled along the paving stones bordering the chicken run.

With the eagle-eyes of their ancestors
The Girls charged the wire
like rush hour at the factory canteen.

Unfazed, he politely introduced himself
(I could swear he stooped in a little bow)
politely eyed-up their spilt corn
and with a flick of his little whiskers
politely departed to a hole under the shed.
(I'm thinking whatever Stay Calm Pills he's on, I want some!)

Alas politeness is not always reciprocated and
rose-tinted spectacles are not the best choice for one so small.

Thinking he'd have lunch al fresco
dear Mr Mouse went back for some spilt corn,
but my chickens don't have manners
 and when he said he'd come for dinner
they took him at his word.

This morning
I'm waiting for the eggs to be laid
and wondering if they'll have
 tiny ears and whiskers. . .


helen tilston said...

Poor Mr. Mouse - may he RIP

Like you I would have escorted him to the door. You did what was right

Helen xx

Maria said...

I would have too!
Maria x

polkadotpeticoat said...

I would have screamed....

Menopausalmusing said...

I wonder if he leaves behind a wife and family............

Autumn Mist said...

I was astonished the first time I saw our girls with a dead mole. They played rugby with it for quite some time. Who'd have thought it?

Rose H (UK) said...

Poor Mister Mouse :o(
Our fieldies are still avoiding Sid's jaws, though I don't know quite how as she's stationed there, glued to the spot most of the day!
Rose H

elegancemaison said...

Poor Mister Mouse! Never knew chickens were so, so horrible! Cx

lynda said...

One of my friends won't eat my eggs anymore after she saw one hen running across the yard with a dead mouse dangling from her beak and the rest of the hens in hot pursuit!(Dead mouse courtesy of the cats!)

Andi's English Attic said...

In our house the mouse wouldn't have reached the back door. Elsie would have pounced. She's good at that. xx

Susan T said...

Poor Mr Mouse, what a way to go, and after showing such good manners too. My daughter when small, once kept a dead field mouse in her bedside drawer. She said it was having a rest.

The Cloth Shed said...

Well I never...I knew hens ate worms and grubs...but mice?
Julie x
PS Scrambled eggs on toast will never seem the same now...

Mimi and Tilly said...

Blimey, I wasn't expecting that ending! Poor Mr. Mouse. Did you manage to download the picture from my blog to your smartphone? I followed my own instructions and couldn't do it!!! (Oh the irony) so if you've had probelms, let me know and I'll get my tech assistant on it. (For tech assistant, read significant other!) x

Cheap2Chic said...

Glad I've had my lunch! Reminds me of when I saw my duck with two frogs legs hanging from his beak! Sort of puts you off eggs doesn't it! xx

milesofsmiles said...

As a city girl. Living on the countryside i learn today. I never knew chickens killed mice.Hows life dear? Here everything is great, spending too much time on Pinterest instead of maintaing my blogging mojo. XX

jane and the happy crow said...

Our girls would play cat kill mouse relay round the garden till it was reduced in size to a mouthful! I must say I was a bit shocked the first time I saw them do that! xx

WinnibriggsHouse said...

What a fabulous post, you should really write a book. I can hardly see to type this with the tears of laughter trickling down my chin. The last time I had an encounter with one of Mr Mouses cousins was when one jumped out of my potato sack which we store under the stairs. I was so petrified of the little beast,oops sorry,darling mite that hubby got no potatoes with his dinner until he was safely removed! (unharmed)

sandiart said...

Ooo err!!! UK hens are a little blood thirsty by the sounds of it :) I had chooks years ago and they were free to roam the 1 acre block of land that our house was built on, I never came across any mousies and perhaps that is why!
xo Sandi

Sylvia said...

Oh, that poor mouse ... didn't know hens like mice.
Have a nice day, Elaine !

BusyLizzie said...

mr mouse wouldn't have had much of a chance around here either with Boris & Maisie on the prowl! x

Purrfect Haven said...

oh my... ruthless. Poor little mouse. I hate death even when in Nature.
But on a brighter note, I agree with comments above.. you write so beautifully that you should consider (if you haven't already) publishing? Helen, Darcy and Bingley xxx

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