Baby field mouseYesterday, I came across this baby mouse sitting in the middle of the pavement. Frightened, alone; exposed to the heat of the sun and the sharp eye of a passing kite.

It didn’t run away, though whether through weakness or fear, I’m not sure. Like any small frightened thing, it probably just wanted its mum. I moved it to the side of the pavement, next to a garden, where it was camouflaged and where it could find shade.

It may have been dying anyway, but at least its last experience wasn’t the terror of a bird of prey descending like a guided missile and carrying this most earthbound of creatures into the hot alien sky.