The mice have departed, some while ago.
Statistics are; 25 humanely caught, of which 21 were released over the fence.
Of the remaining four, three were dealt a swift death blow by our Mouse Busters. Think the honours went to Daisy who is quicker off the mark. One escaped. It was okay. Dogs do not play with their prey. They do the deed then instantly lose interest.
As to how many mice there were originally, I have no idea. Four perhaps? Who went round in circles. Into the house, into the trap, over the fence, then back into the house?
Otherwise the surviving 22 (or not) decided the game was worth neither the candle nor the gob of peanut butter in the trap.
Enter the magpie, pictured above (pic courtesy of Google or some such). He carted away the deaders and no doubt thoroughly enjoyed them.
Now we have two restless dogs, whose hunting instincts have been aroused, and one disconsolate magpie, who returns each morning in search of carrion.
But no mice.
I miss them 🙂