I have to say that, though many of the wildlife here in the UK can be found in the US, I have not personally experienced many of them until I lived here. Today presented another new experience. Had I reached the poor animal first, I probably would have squealed and jumped, crying out against the rodent population. As it was, my cool, level-headed husband found it first.
He was on his way out to the car when he spotted a small, furry animal on the ground. Needless to say, it was dead. But, instead of jumping out of the way, he examined it and found that it looked like a long-nosed mouse. He suspected it was something other than a mouse, so he went back in and pulled out one of our nature guides. Sure enough, it was a shrew.
My animal-loving kids had to go see. They thought it was so adorable. I won’t say what I thought. I don’t know much about shrews, but I know they aren’t rodents. Yet, they breed like rodents. One thing is for sure. Since shrews usually burrow underground, I cannot blame the scratching in the loft on them.
