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Mouse Rescue

Here is a video rescue of a little mouse that found itself in rough waters (no pun intended), which I was privileged to observe, take part of, and document through pictures. I was taking a winter stroll along the dog beach in my area of Toronto, (Ontario, Canada), when I noticed a lady desperately holding on to the cropped tail of her dog (who was already knee deep in the water).  The owner kept trying to get its attention but to no avail. After asking her what the fuss was all about, she pointed to the frigid waters of the lake and replied: “A mouse fell off the icy wall, and it just can’t get back on it. It keeps falling in the water.” It took me a while to actually see the furry creature, but once I did, I was struck by the little tiny brown mouse’s repeated efforts to climb up the wall, only to crash back in the water. It would make it a few inches up and then slipped back into the freezing water. I started quietly rooting for this itty, bitty creature; watching this drama unfold was heart-wrenching. Even though the little mouse was about 7-10 feet off the shore, the waves were constant, and the water, icy cold.  By that time, the owner and her dog had left the premises but I kept watching. It finally gave up climbing the wall, and decided to make its way to the shore. I could see the mouse gasping for air… at times, struggling to catch her breath. The mouse's head would tilt upwards, and its mouth would form a doughnut shape from the strenuous efforts it was making. I watched as it got carried forward by the waves…only to be pushed back again. Nevertheless, it finally made its way, inch by inch, to the shore. (Later on, after seeing the pictures of this tough enduring creature, my husband aptly referred to it as Micky Phelps, which I thought was so fitting.) Once landed, the little mouse collapsed; having no energy left. I waited to see if it might move away on its own, but it seemed in shock. All its force was spent. I was concerned that the waves, which kept licking near by, would pick it up again. So after a moment of hesitation, I approached the little brown sorry state of a mouse that it had become but it still didn’t react. I crouched near her, but she made no attempt to escape. I reasoned that she was probably too weak to bite me if I picked her up to move her away to a more isolated area. It was drenched, and cold to the touch. Luckily, I was right; it let me pick it up without an inkling of a fight. I brought it next to the icy wall but away from the water, and waited. Unfortunately, even after a few minutes, she had not moved. I was acutely aware of the fact that this was a beach frequented by many dogs, so I felt there was a strong possibility that one of them would find it, and make a chew toy out of it.  After a quick deliberation, I grabbed the little creature once more, and placed it between my gloves. I sat on a nearby bench, trying to figure out what I should do next.  It didn’t take long before the little mouse settled in…and I happily obliged. I would occasionally peek in, noticing each time that its fur looked dryer.  As the sun was shining brightly, I increasingly exposed the little mouse to its warming rays…and as she warmed up, she became a little more active. Sometimes she would turn her body towards the sun, at times she would hide part of her body back between my gloves. It had the cutest, biggest ears! Because of the way the sun was shining on the mouse’s ears, I could observe the delicate veins in which the warming blood was now coursing through.  I am not quite sure how long we stayed on the bench ( I assume 20 minutes or so). It gave me time to reflect…What a strange feeling to hold a little life between my hands; it reminded me of life’s fragility. Once I noticed she was stirring more and more, I sandwiched it between my gloves once more, and got up to find a safe place for its release. It did not take too long before finding a firewood pile, perfect for sunning and hiding. I placed the little mouse upon on of the logs, and for a few short seconds, had the pleasure to watch it check its new surroundings, do a little stretch, then a quick grooming…to finally disappear within the nooks and crannies of her temporary shelter. I then left with a big smile on my heart. As I’ve heard it say so often... It may not have made a difference in the world, but it made a world of difference to that little mouse.