This morning I found a dead mouse on the heated bench. It was a bit of a shock so early in the day and I admit that a girlie scream ensued. He was lying limply at the scene of his latest and ultimate crime; a pot of special seedlings that had been scuffed up and chewed root and tip. I asked Bosswoman (always good for handy tips in cases such as these) if she thought that a photo of the dead mouse would be appropriate. She advised that perhaps if I put a little screen up around the mouse and said that Scene of Crime Officers were investigating it might be less shocking to the general public. Admittedly brilliant advice but not having the toothpicks and kitchen towel necessary to make such a structure I decided upon a different tack. I fetched my faithful “dead creature extracting tool” (amateurs may know this as “a trowel”) and performed my usual flying funeral. This was not one of my better shots and the perp landed at the base of one of the apple trees. A little later I couldn’t resist taking a morbid peek at the body only to discover that had disappeared. The question is, did a bird of prey swoop down and carry off the corpse, did mousie hearing me approach feign death or was the poor little chap just having a post feast siesta on the lovely warm bench? I managed to save some of the seedlings, which looked a little traumatized after their ordeal, but not I imagine as much as the aerobatic rodent.