This morning, dad noticed that a plump little mouse had fallen into one of our window wells, probably to escape a severe hailstorm that we had last night.

The poor little fellow (gal?) was scurrying around for food, but there was none. Dad fed the little mouse a walnut, and then captured and released it near some thick bushes in our yard. It was quite frightened when dad first tried to capture it, but then equally happy to run into the bushes when freed.