Now about this time the boys reminded me that it was a mouse, the kind that eat our grain and usually make me scream. And, about this time, she happened to run under a piece of plywood that I was taking off and the plywood accidentally slipped and smooshed her and one of her little bitty babies and sent them falling several feet. Micah confirmed the verdict. I felt horrible! After watching all of her hard work and I was the one to end her little life. And then the boys started calling for the kittens. Grace to the rescue! She immediately layed claim to those 4 little bitties, gave them all names, vowed to love them and take care of them forever. She fixed up a little ice cream bucket for them and they have been traveling the farm ever since. I don't think there have ever been 4 little mice who were ever loved so much as these.
But little babies must eat. So, we got out the medicine dropper and heated up a bit of milk for them.Somehow I got talked into helping, too, and we carefully fed 3 (yes, 3, one of them went on to mouse heaven after accidentally getting squished under the couch cushion while watching a movie) little mousies.
As far as I know, they are all tucked into their little bucket right next to Grace's bed for the night. Oh the memories that were made today!