Friday night, we found this little, shivering orphan mouse baby—no mother around! My husband wanted to leave it outside (where it would have surely died); I couldn’t do that. My heart melted when I saw this little thing. His eyes aren’t even open yet. So I set it up on a heating pad, covered with little cloths, in an unused glass aquarium…and set upon the task of feeding him baby formula out of my hand every three to four hours. Keep in mind that I’m up anyway feeding my own baby, so I’m not setting an alarm to do this! (I found a great site on how to care for it, www.thefunmouse.com/info/orphanedmice.cfm.)
He’s survived two days so far! If he survives, long term, I have no idea what I’m going to do with it. I take it one day at a time! The kids think he’s cute and love to watch me feed him. (And they tell me they’re sad that he doesn’t have his mommy.)
And for those of you who have followed our animal baby stories, our baby chickens—sadly—did not hatch.
(Note: My husband went out yesterday and came back with a whole slew of new mouse traps, muttering about rodents.)
Just curious what you would have done….tell me!