A Very Lucky Mouse Called Gola

Well blogger has gone mad today and it seeme to me it takes them ages to fix it! The post just doesn't publish, it gets stuck on 0% and it stays there, indefinitely!!!! Fingers crossed this is going to publish now.

So the scaffholding came down today and woke me up at 8am. Real cockney lads! Singing, whistling, swearing and teasing eachother till lunchtime when it was down and the houses opposite 'up'. We told them to be careful because of the blackbird nest, and they were, but now the nest is exposed and the eggs abandoned. So it's a sad day.

On a happier note, Gola has a brand new cage, It's really rather posh. This morning her eye had opened and she was a little more active. The trick is is to pick them up and play with them every day, but unlike your average pet mouse, this, as I told you before, is a wood mouse and they only come alive at night. So she has been asleep all day in her jam jar and hasn't explored the cage yet. With the cage, came a starter pack, but unfortunately for Gerbils but the guy at 'Pets At Home' said they're the same thing. Ok, maybe for a pet mouse, not a wood mouse, but then she hasn't been awake to complain! I've bought her a grass nest and a mineral stone to bite on, strawberry flavoured!!!!

This really is history repeating itself for my folks, who in the 70s had a pet wild mouse, which had fallen from the sky and landed in front of my Mum's feet in Bond Street. The theory is, is that he was kicked off a roof by a builder. Anyone else would have run screaming, my Mum on the other hand picked him up. His back was damaged. So now they had this mouse and had no idea what to do with him. It was Easter and they were carring an empty, decorated egg shell, so they popped him in that. At first they took him to a church, with the romantic idea of letting him go there, but the church was cold and drafty so they changed their minds. So then they thought of putting him in the bushes in the church garden but there were some ugly, great, viscious looking pigeons! So they took him home. Bought a cage, called him 'Billy' and he lived for three years! He used to play with my mum, running across her fingers. His back never got better, but it didn't seem to cause him much pain. Even the cat didn't mind him. But then this was no oridinary cat, a Simease called Pepper after Sgt Pepper. Pepper never caught an animal in his life! Once a bird flew into his mouth and he was so shocked he ran upstairs and didn't come down for hours! That and being chased by a large chicken in Yorkshire (Pepper was taken everywhere by lead). Billy too slept in a jam jar and was also buried in a jam jar. There's something about jam jars!!!! Plus I do have a lot of them, being a painter!!!!

Anyway, 'Mozart' is singing in the tree outside, so maybe they've started again. I hope so. There's nothing better then hearing a Blackbird and watching them bathe themselves in the pond every day.

Emy x