I cleaned up a pile of rusty tin that had been sinking into the dirt for years behind an old homeplace up the road. Noticed a mouse nest in the dirt underneath getting uprooted in the process. I also loaded a couple barrels of old cans, jars, and other miscellaneous debris that had been left there. I sorted it out behind the barn, and noticed the mouse had moved into one of the barrels. A few days later I unloaded the tin, which shook the dirt off, and saw the mouse had moved back in. I restacked the tin in a way the yard could grab it more easily, then had a call to pick up some stuff, and headed to the yard to unload. After they'd grabbed the tin, and we'd tossed the rusty cans and remaining pieces of tin, a yard hand says "there goes a mouse!" I glanced over to see that mouse one last time headed through the tailgate to disappear into the scrapyard. Goodbye lil mouse, haha ; )
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