Sorry little mouse! Guessing Big Boy found you in the garden? RIP! That makes two mice two days in a row.
A few days later, he hopped over the 6-foot fence into the front yard with this little wren in his mouth. Papa rescued it. Because it had two puncture wounds, Animal Control recommended we take it to Wildlife Rescue for antibiotic treatment.
I swear Colette was nowhere nearby when I brought the wren inside. She immediately darted in to check out the box. I had to lock the wren in its box in the master bath overnight until Wildlife Rescue opened. Meanwhile, the wren worked its way out of the box and was flying around the bathroom, banging into the window trying to escape. I have a feeling it recovered just fine at Wildlife Rescue.



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