We really should pay attention.
Suggested to Spanish landlord that a bird table would be fun. He was less than enthusiastic, muttering ‘rata’ and ‘raton’.
Knowing better and prepared to compromise, I, devious by nature, acquired a bird feeder. And fat balls, hanging them unobtrusively, within sight of the kitchen window, but out of landlord’s sight.
Entertainment lasted a week or so. Percy, the wood mouse, became a regular customer and that was it. Even the resident Robin showed no interest, despite the addition of bacon and cheese to the menu.
And so I became lazy and neglectful, failing to keep the feeder topped up.
It was at the point that… um, Percy moved in doors, ruined by handouts? It was then the toe nibbling started. I blogged about this.
For a week or so, I fed him. Putu (grits?). He liked it a lot.
Much as I enjoyed his company, it couldn’t go on indefinitely.
A mouse huggers trap was purchased. Humane.
It works like a dream (Please note *Mice can be released unharmed*).
Have been releasing unharmed Percys all week (over the fence to next door under the cover of night fall).
EIGHT so far, and still counting.
Question is, is it simply Percy, who on release, returns immediately? Some sort of game of Round Abouts. Or is it his extended family who moved in with him?
I’ve thought of tagging him, so to speak. A blob of tipex, a dash from a felt tipped pen on his tail? I would then at least know what I am dealing with. An invasion or simply one devoted Percy. Easier said than done.
If this carries on, the hell with mousey hugging. Anyone know where I can rent a cat?
And I’m done with feeding birds forever.