Which is my ringtone- its a good friend in San Francisco. She’s nearby a wooded area and she’s found a mouse apparently not yet old enough to open its eyes. I, also unable to open my eyes, sleepily give her her options and we say goodbye.
But now I feel responsible and am very awake.
*facepalm*
She named it charlie, and from the pictures it’s definitely not a pinkie- he’s got fur and enjoys oatmeal with berries.
Update: Mouse is fine and has been released into a forage garden
The Carving Witch 