muninnhuginn | Mouse! And other alarums and excursions

I caught a mouse--in the big dustbin that I use to store the chicken feed. The poor thing proceeded to do a wall of death around the inside of the bin until we removed the bag of 25kg of layers pellets and the smaller bag of wild bird seed and tipped the poor beast out. At which point, it had to run the gauntlet of three pecky chickens (although Miss Scylla [yup, number three hen has acquired a name] jumped out of the way 'cos the mouse ran over her feet). The mouse made it to the sage bush and disappeared. It may be one of the tribe of dancing mice that come out from their holes at dusk and scurry in circles around the garden.

We also had a very loud explosion in the house. Not, fortunately, a bottle of wine. It was a wireless mouse, one of whose batteries had blown its end off, bursting open the battery cover (these were cheap freebie mice), and shooting bits off in all directions. Freebie wireless mice henceforth dismantled--with batteries put in one pile for recycling and their carcasses put aside for a trip to the tip.

Mr Socks joined us for supper. Duck is, apparently, completely irresistable. As is melted chocolate ice-cream. And somone else's special renal support cat food. No mice were available for comparison.