The maintenance guy of property 'B' was at me place telling me the about citation neighbor 'A' received. We started BS-ing about stuff and the conversation swayed to mushroom picking. I told the about the mushrooms growing behind my place and he wanted to see them. As we cross a road, he's a few steps in front of me when he passes a gutter's storm grate. He says(mind you he sounds very similar to Shaggy from Scooby Doo), 'There's a mouse down there!'.
This little mouse is standing on a PVC pipe that feeds into the drain of the gutter, with water half way up and around the pipe and it had no way out. This little guy was just doing what he could to not slide into the water. He could have been there for some time(days?) and was shivering.
The grate's opening were much too narrow for an arm to fit and the mouse was a few feet down. Casey finds a stick and maneuvers it through the grate sets one end next to the mouse. The mouse looks at it and, between shivers, starts to climb up the stick towards the opening of the grate! Go us! As he reached the grate, he was unable to slip between the stuck and the metal grid of the grate. Rats! So close! He was right there!!! With Casey holding the stick, I was able to grab the mouse by his nape form another grid opening and out he was. He was still shivering as I cupped him with both hands and every breath or two I would exhale warm air into my cupped hands. Unfamiliar with what field mice eat, we decided to bring him back to the wooded area by my place as I had sunflower seeds I could grab and set near him when he's released.
After a few minutes walk, the three of us were back at my place. What to do, what to do?!?!?! Casey filled a small plastic container with bark and grabbed a handful of bird seed as I kept trying to warm the mouse. The three of us went to the field next door and planned to bed the mouse with the bark in the plastic container under a sash of wood and scatter the seed around that n hopes he would recover and have food near by. Sure enough, we put him in the container, slide the container(sideways) under the slash pile and scatter the seeds. The mouse wanted none of that. Wearily but no longer shivering, he left the little 'bark pod' and wondered around the slash until he wiggled and nudged his we deep into the slash. We only hoped he stayed warm and was/is able to be a happy field mouse.