Okay, we've traded the wind and rain for freezing temperatures (it's 28 degrees this morning). It's not unusual to find a mouse or mice in the feed bucket as I start barn chores, but they normally pop right out and go about their business with a full tummy. Yesterday, however, the mouse in the bucket was barely moving, probably suffering from exhaustion and hypothermia. I lifted him out by the tail, but the poor wee mite was too weak to walk, let alone run, and lay shivering on the stand. Nothing for it but to hold him in my hand (which was none too warm, I fear) and wait until the shaking stopped. I put him down by the entrance to a mouse house and sent him on his way with good wishes as he wobbled none too steady to what I hoped was the warmth and protection of family. What a way to start the day.
Ralph has his own way of getting warm. He torments Celeste, in this case, by slapping her face repeatedly until she's had enough and takes off running after him, followed by a wrestling match. Her flicking tail is clearly saying, "One more time, big boy. Do that just one more time and you've had it." If these two were my Kids when younger, I'd soon be hearing, "He touched me, Mom! He touched me for no good reason!"
It was a good day.