Our little Beagle has discovered the power of her nose, and last Friday, her nose discovered this:
She pulled him out of some hole in our backyard, and I rescued him and set him gently outside of our fence. The poor darling was exhausted and in shock.
However, David found out about this little incident, and told me to fetch the baby immediately before he died. So, I did, and placed him in the only container suitable for it: our cookie jar.
He sat there on his hot water bottle while we researched frantically to find out what a tiny forest mouse eats, and the best we came up with was fennel tea mixed with some cream. I mixed it together and did my best to feed him, using an eyedropper, but I had to force him to drink, and was sure he’d die before the sun went down.
But whaddya know, Clyde took a turn for the better! He started to lick my hands when I tried to feed him, went potty by himself (which made me very happy – I didn’t enjoy rubbing his tummy to help him!) and crawled around his home a little.
We were glad he seemed to be doing better…but…we had planned to leave for a weekend vacation the next day. And I had not expected little Clyde to survive.
But he did. And so, baby Clyde got packed up into his cookie jar, his cream/tea mixture got packed into his Tupperware container, and off we headed to drop Bonnie off at David’s aunt and uncle’s house and then head to Bodensee.
Surprise: He is still alive! And getting fatter every day, actually. David started feeding him dried oats by hand, and he looks just as cute as a squirrel when he grabs the oats in both hands and nibbles away. Cornflakes are also a hit. He likes licking salt from our hands, too. And, when we picked Bonnie up yesterday, we picked up a new home for Clyde, too!
Clyde is a much happier mouse in this house! He already has his “favorite spot” in the tunnel.
He eats, sleeps, and poos there.
Although, he also sleeps in his cottage from time to time.
After all, it is closer to the oats.
We’ll see how the rest of the Bonnie and Clyde story goes! Here’s hoping that little guy stays healthy and keeps growing. (Bonnie would certainly suffer from a guilty conscience if he died! 😉 )