Coming back from our trip to Maubuisson we stopped on the motorway to stretch our legs and have a cup of coffee. I settled down at an outside picnic table to sip my coffee when I thought I saw something run across the grass.
It was then that I noticed that there were a large number of holes in the grass. The sun was setting and it was not too easy to see into the holes.
A little bit of patience paid off.
I realised that a picnic area could provide mice with a good supply of food and I thought of all the sandwiches and biscuits that would be accidentally dropped from the picnic tables every day.
Nobody else seemed to have noticed them. I suppose people were content with their drinks and ice creams.
They were well camouflaged as they scuttled across the sun baked grass.
They exited from one hole and soon found another to dive into.
I’m not sure how many people would have appreciated sharing the picnic area with the mice (short tailed voles, Microtis agrestis) but I enjoyed watching their antics and let my coffee get cold.
a french garden 