The tiny difference

These pictures were taken with a zoom lens through our living room window - I think they turned out rather well with this in mind - especially since our friend the mouse didn't exactly pose for pictures for a very long time.
I'm not scared of mice - I rather like them (not so much the albino ones) so I liked having this one in our garden and I used these pictures to journal about one of the differences between Peder and myself and the differences between the families we come from.
And this little mouse earned it's spot in the spotlight.

Materials:

• Cardstock: Club Scrap English garden
• Font: Luna Bark and Starbabe HMK
• Sticker: American Crafts Thickers Giggles

Journaling:

• English version:
  This small cute mouse was discovered by Peder in our yard in spring of 2008. He saw it several times - I saw it once without lenses and one with where I got several pictures of it. It had it's home and mouse hole close to our 'bird feeding barn' on the west side of the house. There it lived comfortably and safe - or ... it had access to lots of food because it lived so close to where we fed the birds. But it was also a dangerous place - Peder saw both a young sparrow hawk and a cat sitting by it's hole - and after the cat was there, we didn't see anymore of the mouse so unfortunately it probably didn't survive that.
  Mice also lived in the wood shed where we found acorns with holes bitten into them among the wood and they lived under the playhouse where there is a hole. I think it's super cozy - Peder is not so crazy about them but as long as they stay in the yard, it's okay. But how you deal with mice is just one of the things that are very different in our two families. Peder's mother is afraid of them and they have traps in the attic that catches the mice and if they don't die right away so they can hear them run around with the trap after them, Peder's father goes up there and kills them. My parents also catches mice if they enters the house - but they do it with traps that doesn't kill them and they release them afterwards - and after having found out that it's not enough to release them in the part of the backyard furthest away from the house, they now drive away with the mouse and releases it far away...
  Just a little thing that is part of the reason why we are so different...
• Danish version:
  Denne lille søde mus opdagede Peder i vores have i foråret 2008. Han så den flere gange – jeg så den en gang uden kontaktlinser og en gang med, hvor jeg fik taget billeder af den. Den havde sit hjem og sit musehul tæt ved vores foderlade på vestsiden af huset. Der boede den godt og trygt – eller … den havde adgang til masser af mad, fordi den boede så tæt ved hvor vi fodrede fuglene. Men det var også et udsat sted – Peder har både set en ung spurvehøg og en kat sidde ved dens hul – og efter katten havde været der, så vi ikke mere til musen, så det overlevede den nok desværre ikke.
  Der har også boet mus i brændeskuret, hvor vi fandt agern med huller gnavet i blandt brændet og under legehuset, hvor der var et hul. Jeg syntes det er superhyggeligt – Peder er ikke så vild med dem, men så længe de bliver i haven, er det okay. Men hvordan man forholder sig til mus, er bare en af de ting, der er meget forskellige i vores familier. Peders mor er bange for dem, og de har musefælder på loftet, der fanger musene, og hvis musen ikke dør med det samme, så de kan høre den rende rundt med musefælden efter sig, går Peders far op og slår den ihjel. Mine forældre fanger også mus, hvis de kommer ind i huset – men de gør det med fælder, der ikke slår dem ihjel og så sætter de dem ud bagefter – og efter at have fundet ud af, at det ikke er nok at sætte dem ud bagerst i haven, så kører de nu en tur med musen og sætter den ud langt væk…
  Bare en lille ting, der er med til at forklare, hvorfor vi er så forskellige …