Monday, January 14, 2013
I had another photo op yesterday, and missed it. When the mouse in the grain bucket waited, I lifted it out and tried to place it on the stand to run away. Mouse had other ideas. It chose, instead, to walk up my sleeve and sit there. One-handed, I tried to pull out my camera but was too slow. Mouse continued up my arm to sit on my shoulder. I could feel it nosing around my hair. Having completed its inspection, it came back down my arm, jumped onto the stand and away home. I wonder what stories it told to the clan. I wish I'd gotten a picture.