I’m going to assume it’s coincidence.
Last night after dinner a quail flew full speed into our dining room window. BAM! Scared the bejesus out of me. And apparently the bird, too. It was stunned, blinking. It rolled over and Sophie asked if we needed to take it to animal rescue. (Yes, she is my child.) Eventually after it gathered its wits (and shook off its undoubted concussion), it flew off.
The mouse I found this morning was not so lucky.
It was lying in the middle of our hallway. Dead. I have a few questions:
#1, and most importantly – How the hell did it get IN?
No, entry points have not been found. No, our cat does not go outside. No, droppings have not been found in the house.
#2 – Who killed it?
Oliver was sleeping not 10 feet away from it, looking very disinterested . I just don’t see Martha doing it in a stealthy way. Let’s face it, she’s not exactly… delicate. And Ace, well… He is already well established as a mousekiller. Still, I think he would have been proudly showing off his kill.
#3 How am I going to sleep tonight??