In order to get away from it all I went for a walk in the forest around the castle in which the exhibition was situated. Suddenly I saw a dead mother-mouse struck - nay, rather squeezed - down on the path, apparently a biker had driven over her. Poor mouse! A classical hit and run.
Not two meters away from the sad spot I found this baby mouse (see picture above!). An Austrian 'spitz maus' I believe. He (I called him Fredi) was a bit dehydrated, but otherwise he didn't suffer of anything a bit of water couldn't cure. Fredi was sleeping soundly in my pullover using part of my sleeve as a blanket, but for the photo I had to wake him up.
Should I adopt him, poor little Fredi, what do you think?
Update: Actually, we did not keep Fredi after all but left him in the deep, deep forest nearby a medieval castle. Rumours tell, he now makes his living by acting as castle-mouse there....
