I was working in the wash room this evening and out the window over the sink noticed the sun setting so beautifully over the zinnias. I grabbed my camera, walked outside, snapped a couple shots and....well, let's back up...
Earlier in the evening I found a tortured, but not dead mouse in the barn. Yes, I know cats will be cats and yes, catching mice in the barn is a good thing, but if you start something, finish it. Don't torture it.
I wasn't sure if the wounds were fatal, but it wasn't able to run away. Since whoever had caught it had lost interest in it and now the dogs were nosing around, I decided to put it in a box and set it someplace safe and quiet so it could either recover or pass on in peace.
Okay, back to the flowers and the beautiful sunset...
I took a couple pictures, trying to line up with the rapidly setting sun and fiddle with my camera settings.
She sounded like she was down in a well. Where on earth was she and what was she doing?!?
I raced around the shop and found this. And started laughing.
"Liddy! What on earth happened? Hang on, I'll be right there (right after I take a couple very quick pictures ;-)".
She was obviously relieved to hear my voice, but immediately started walking in the opposite direction. I guess the sound was bouncing off the inside of the box, confusing her. I finally caught up with her a few yards off the far fence.
And what box was on her head? Oh, you know!
There's always a Cheerio box around somewhere. When I set the poor mouse over the fence safely away from the cats and dogs, I never thought about Liddy-the-Pooh finding it ;-).