--Nareik Legov (Days on the Mountain)
Some time ago I was spending the night at a friend’s house around Christmas in an apartment in Budd Lake NJ. The sliding glass doors were kept open just a crack to run some electrical wires outside for the satellite dish. That was all one adventurous mouse needed to slip into the warm abode where he proceeded to help himself to sunflower seeds set aside for the birdfeeders. A few of these snitched seeds I would imagine he carried off to some cozy borough on the outside but a goodly amount of them he stored in one of my friend’s expensive leather boots! He also braved drifts of synthetic snow and circumvented an obstacle course of porcelain ornaments so he could reach the base of the Christmas Tree and refresh himself! The tree’s stand was kept filled with water.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring . . . um except for this mouse -- he was stirring a lot! (I don’t think Clement Clarke Moore knew much about mice!) Then sometime in the wee hours the door came slamming down on my Havahart trap and our culprit was caged!
Wild mice can carry all sorts of parasites and bacteria and I never recommend anyone collecting them and keeping them as pets. I’ve never been one to listen to good advice though…especially my own! I couldn’t bear the thought of turning this little gentleman loose just so he could infiltrate the building again at some other point and be killed by people less forgiving than myself or my friend. And so I set him up in small tank with a water bottle and a wheel and some cardboard real estate. Mr. CreepySnitch has resided there peacefully for a about four years now, with all the seeds and other goodies he could ever desire!
CreepySnitch at home |
CreepySnitch ready for the big wheel! |
To confuse thing however (and what’s the fun of nature if it can’t ever confuse you?) in his “The Mammals of Northeastern Pennsylvania” John Serrao mentions that the Deer Mouse’s tail “ends in a tuft” and that the White-Footed mouse’s tail is “without [a] white tuft at [the] tip.” Creepy doesn’t have any "tuft" or maybe he just doesn’t to my untrained peepers!?
Also, subtle color variations according to age and geographic range can introduce variables into the mix that complicate the standard methods of on-site identifications.
Young Deer Mouse with darker pelage from Tannersville PA |
From "Wildlife of Orchard and Field" by Ernest Ingersoll (1902) |
Hey, is there a mammalogist in the house that can clear all this up for us? I’d appreciate it! Thanks!
Another befuddling variation! |
WOW! That was alarming! I have a weird sense of humor...sorry about that!
Anyway, Deer mice stuff their cheeks with food the way hamsters do and carry provisions off to their home which could be in a hollow log or an abandoned bird’s nest or a log pile or even, unfortunately, the walls of your house! Seal those cracks in the foundation folks! In “A Field Guide to Your Own Back Yard” John Hanson Mitchell writes,
“The nests look very much like a ball of dry grass or feathers and twigs and, unless you know what to look for, will be overlooked by your average back-yard explorer...” "they will nest in the oddest sort of places…I once found [one] in the air conditioner of a small industry.”
Mouse nest found in Kinnelon NJ |
“Persons fortunate enough to witness and hear an exhibition of one of the celebrated ‘singing mice’ have sometimes assumed that the tiny songster was seeking by music to enter into lady’s affections. In these singing mice, different sorts of sounds have been described as the song, but ordinarily it is spoken of as a bird-like twitter, weak in volume, variable in pitch and intensity of tone.”
And while I’m normally loath to link my readers to other websites this recording “The Song of the Deer Mouse” made by filed-naturalist John Sankey from Ontario, Canada is worth 10 seconds of your time.
Sounds more like high pitch "clucking" but then again, so do a lot of modern singers! CreepySnitch has never sung but he does sometimes “buzz” rhythmically! It’s a rapid, vibrating of one of his back feet against his cardboard home that he sustains for a good 20 seconds, rests and then starts up again. I tried to record it for this blog but I was unsuccessful. As soon as I can capture a bit of it I’ll add it here. I’ll bet you just won’t be able to get to sleep now until the day arrives! (note the sarcasm)
Wild Deer Mouse from Stroudsburg PA |
A wild Deer Mouse in the Poconos |
Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again!