It's getting to look more and more like winter around here. The leaves are almost all off the trees (and on my garden!). The weather is getting colder and they're starting to say things like 'mixed precipitation' on the news. Today was the day to straighten out the shed and put everything away until Spring. All the tools were cleaned and the shed was swept out.
In the process I managed to disturb a cozy little nest of mice. They jumped out at me and scared the pants off of me. Poor Morgan heard me screaming and went and hid. Then she wouldn't go near the shed for a while. It took a bit of explaining that it wasn't that I was afraid of the mice, just that they surprised me. I must admit, I feel very bad for the mice. They had a nice cozy nest for the winter and I destroyed it. The poor things will probably die now. Is it pathetic that I feel bad for the mice?