A mouse in my garden...

I only have a small garden. No more than a backyard to some but green and full of life regardless of its size. There are snails and slugs, butterflies and bees, damsel flies and tadpoles; water boatmen and newts swim next to the goldfish in the tiny pond. Beetles and jumping spiders crawl about on the ground. Birds visit the bird table and perch on the hanging feeder that swings in the breeze on the one and only tree. Yesterday, my wife pointed out to me the activities of a very small mouse that darted in and out from under the ivy, purposeful in its continual hunt for food. It ignored us all; the two humans, a sleepy cat and a couldn't care-a-less deer hound. Ah, what a nice day.