Ken was out putting away some stuff in our lawnmower shed. To do so he had to move an old unused push mower. As he moved it a tiny mouse fell out. It was a baby, just barely getting black fuzz, with a white tummy and eyes tight shut and miniscule ears. Ken brought him inside and we both put our brains to work about what to do. (I forgot to add that we could see where mama had her nest in the engine of the lawnmower, but we couldn’t find a way to put him back in there.)
We thought we could feed him with a pipette, so put Little Mouse in a plastic box, covered him with a microwave splatter cover on the kitchen counter whileI got an old cricket cage out and lined it with dried grass (what was used in his nest in the mower). I was out of the house for less than three minutes, but I came back to find Stringbean on the counter staring through the hole in the cover at the tempting mouse-rsel.
It’s beyond belief that in that short a time with fans and the air conditioner going, Stringbean somehow heard or sensed Little Mouse was in the kitchen. (and thank goodness I covered him up).
This made me realize that Little Mouse was probably making sounds we could not hear and I took the little plastic box, dried grass and mouse out to the shed and set him right on the mower next to the inaccessible nest. I checked an hour later. Little Mouse was snoozing away in the box. Two hours later we were going out to bring him in and give him a feeding and WOOHOO! he is gone! Mama came out of the lawnmower and took him back into the nest. I just know she would hear him and come get him!
(and, no, we are not considering any other reasons why Little Mouse disappeared from the box. But thanks for asking).