26 Jun 14. By the time we moved into our new home in Eglon the building had been, for all intents and purposes, open to the outside for over a year. It wasn't long before we began to notice little dropping in various places but it took us several months to connect the dropping with the depositors, field mice. At first it was kinda cute to see one now and then scurry across the floor, but before long we realized that we had a rather nasty problem on our hands. Our first effort was to live trap them, and we caught quite a few, but before long word got out and they were all avoiding the delectable extra crunchy peanut butter being offered, so we called in the big guns. They got the job done and in the process showed us why Maggie's food was going down faster than we thought it should. After they thoroughly rendered the problem non existent, we had a mouse free house. That is, until about three weeks ago, when Jan went into the coat closet to get an umbrella and saw one cute little critter sitting on the top edge of the barrel-like container that holds all the bumpershoots. Upon seeing Jan it immediately dove to the bottom of that container which she then took outside and we released it into the "wild." Not fully appreciating what we had done for it, it just sat in the driveway and looked at us. So I got the camera and took a few portraits and then gave it a little incentive to remove itself into the woods. I'm assuming this was a one time event as we've seen no more nor any traces thereof and we are now making a little more effort to keep doors to the outside closed. The portraits came out rather nice, but I thought it more fun to create something different that might be appropriate for a child's book. So here is a creative field mouse, perhaps one whose distant relative was a coachman on Cinderella's carriage. Nikon D300s; 18 - 200; Aperture Priority; ISO 200; 1/125 sec @ f /10.