The Pitter Patter of Tiny Feet

We live in a very rural part of Hokitika, actually we live 6km north of Hokitika up a long road and nestled in a spot surrounded by native bush.  It’s a lovely spot and most days are started with the sound of native birds in the background.  From the moment we get up and let the dogs out to do their thing ,the back door is hooked open and stays that way until bedtime.  Now just opposite the backdoor is the door to my sewing room which is always open , so when someone turns up for a cuppa or better still for the shop I can see them from my sewing machine.

The other day I was having a great days sewing, I was totally ‘in the zone’.  Behind me I heard a muffled thump, nothing major but enough to make me look around.  Now, if you are squeamish don’t carry on reading – OK, you’ve been warned!
I found myself eyeball to eyeball with a bush mouse!  This brown thing must have been awwww, all of 3 inches long then there was it’s tale!!!!!
Now why would a mouse want to come and live in my sewing room, there’s no food there for it and although we have had the odd ‘visitor’ before there was nothing for this one or so I thought.
Take a look at this, yep it’s soap! It’s a specialty soap a dear friend of mine gave me – she’s into trying new things and wanted my opinion on this soap.  I never did get around to opening it so popped it on the drawers in my sewing room along with other treats I had been given by friends.  Well, will you look what the crafty mouse did.  Yeah, it’s porridge soap, but still soap and the flipping mouse ate the blooming stuff!!!
Now, onto something a lot less wordy and February's contribution for my OPAM count.  Another cross stitch, Polly wally doodle.  I was drawn to this one as the bird in it looks like the Pukeko, a native bird of NZ.  I got carried away again, and beaded all the little dots around the words.