it's tough to be a mouse
I was sitting outside having a smoke (I know, I gotta quit!) last night when this little mouse scurried by. I watched the little guy for a few minutes and with the weather changing, I thought about being a mouse.
A mouse has a hard life. He lives in a hole in the ground and has plenty to fear. A mouse is on the menu for so many critters. He has to hope he's not out trying to get just a little something to eat and get taken out from above by a bird. On the ground, he's got to dodge humans, cats, and all manner of four footed creatures and snakes (I hate snakes!) that would love to make him a snack.
Look at what we do as people to keep mice at bay, understandably. Having a mouse in your house is messy and they carry disease. So we set out traps to get rid of them. We call them vermin. The mouse, though is just trying to do two things, stay warm and get something to eat.
As I watched the mouse run across the field, dodging this and that obstacle, I had a little empathy for the little guy. The weather is changing and fall is supposed to be in full swing this weekend. It was chilly last night and to get warm, all I had to do was open a door and go inside.
I have a stinky, dirty job, but I have it. I have a place to live. I have food to eat. All in all, I have what I need and the little mouse gave me a chance to think about the blessings in my life. It brought a smile to my face as I walked back into the hangar. The night seemed to go by pretty fast after that.
A mouse has a hard life. He lives in a hole in the ground and has plenty to fear. A mouse is on the menu for so many critters. He has to hope he's not out trying to get just a little something to eat and get taken out from above by a bird. On the ground, he's got to dodge humans, cats, and all manner of four footed creatures and snakes (I hate snakes!) that would love to make him a snack.
Look at what we do as people to keep mice at bay, understandably. Having a mouse in your house is messy and they carry disease. So we set out traps to get rid of them. We call them vermin. The mouse, though is just trying to do two things, stay warm and get something to eat.
As I watched the mouse run across the field, dodging this and that obstacle, I had a little empathy for the little guy. The weather is changing and fall is supposed to be in full swing this weekend. It was chilly last night and to get warm, all I had to do was open a door and go inside.
I have a stinky, dirty job, but I have it. I have a place to live. I have food to eat. All in all, I have what I need and the little mouse gave me a chance to think about the blessings in my life. It brought a smile to my face as I walked back into the hangar. The night seemed to go by pretty fast after that.
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