Mouse in the house; hawk in the yard

Here’s the animal update from around here. 

1. No more bird feeders but a few birds still come looking. I hope this is helping their health and well being. A side benefit— a clean kitchen window.
2. Our resident hawk continues to visit. Three days ago he came right up and lit upon this favorite piece of porch furniture by the sunroom window. He doesn’t seem to care about us humans, but not everyone knows that. Case in point, the pest control man who was here to check for varmints that might come into the house, especially ants and mice.  He was outside doing his magic, until our hawk appeared and chased him inside. He, the man this is, was scared and left soon after. 

3. So what about the tiny mouse that appeared at the entrance to the Angel Room just two days ago? We expect mice visitors in the kitchen and attic of this old house, but in the upstairs bedrooms? 
     I was sitting in my chair reading when I looked up, and there he was: a tiny, black, furry thing, cute as a mouse in a Beatrix Potter storybook. He sat there for fifteen minutes, hardly moving before my husband came along, scooped him up in his hat, and let him go outside. Hmm, I wonder if he’ll sneak into the kitchen some rainy day. Okay with me, but please, not in the AR. 
4. On my walk yesterday I had a fox sighting, right on the road behind the cemetery. Let me be a little more precise about where he was: right in front of the driveway of the home of my long-time friends, George and Natalie Fox—who lived there up until five or so years ago. 


       Unfortunately I did get a picture of the mouse or fox, but the hawk continues to provide me with many opportunities. Not today, however. I’m sitting outside on his favorite chair. I can hear him squawking away in the distance. I figure he must be afraid of me.

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