What a sweet little mousie you are! Your whiskers are as big as the rest of you...

We had 3 baby field mice we found in the woodpile when I was a kid. They hated peanut butter (served in a bottle cap) and would pop straight up in the air with an offended squeak when we offered it to them, but they enjoyed cream cheese and hamster food until they were big enough to release in the woods (which we judged by their looking like "regular mice" instead of "baby mice.")

Love, Columbine