"THE STORY of ALBEY" the FIELD MOUSE (August 2013)
This little, female, field mouse somehow found her way up to the top of an Alberta Spruce tree in our garden! I noticed her early one morning while making my watering rounds! I dubbed her “Alberta” or “Albey” for the short version. I committed to learning to be a sort of “momma mouse” with feedings of watered-down “mouse formula” every 3-4 hrs. which I obtained from a local pet store, along with advice on how to prepare it. Since my husband and I had planned an outing the next day, we decided that she would have to come along with us. She was placed in her little box, lined with soft tissue to be safe, secure, and comfy, then tucked carefully inside our roomy backpack, along with a small jar of her "formula."
My attempts to become a "Momma Mouse” of sorts to baby “Albey” seemed to go well for about five days. I had hoped that “Albey” would be a survivor! I followed the instructions to feed her .5cc of “mouse formula” every 3-4 hrs. until she could open her eyes and start to eat soft-solid food. She would be weaned around three weeks, if she thrived. I estimated, from photos of hand-reared mice that I saw on the internet, that her age was about 12-14 days old.
Unfortunately, the tiny mouse did not thrive and passed away. She was buried in our flower garden.
"THE STORY of ALBEY" the FIELD MOUSE (August 2013)
This little, female, field mouse somehow found her way up to the top of an Alberta Spruce tree in our garden! I noticed her early one morning while making my watering rounds! I dubbed her “Alberta” or “Albey” for the short version. I committed to learning to be a sort of “momma mouse” with feedings of watered-down “mouse formula” every 3-4 hrs. which I obtained from a local pet store, along with advice on how to prepare it. Since my husband and I had planned an outing the next day, we decided that she would have to come along with us. She was placed in her little box, lined with soft tissue to be safe, secure, and comfy, then tucked carefully inside our roomy backpack, along with a small jar of her "formula."
My attempts to become a "Momma Mouse” of sorts to baby “Albey” seemed to go well for about five days. I had hoped that “Albey” would be a survivor! I followed the instructions to feed her .5cc of “mouse formula” every 3-4 hrs. until she could open her eyes and start to eat soft-solid food. She would be weaned around three weeks, if she thrived. I estimated, from photos of hand-reared mice that I saw on the internet, that her age was about 12-14 days old.
Unfortunately, the tiny mouse did not thrive and passed away. She was buried in our flower garden.