Here’s the tale of how I asked the mice to move out of our attic…………………
Before we moved to Orkney, we lived in Suffolk, in a small cottage, in a row of 5, which used to be the farmworkers cottages, for the local farm, so, quite old, pre. 1870 (we know this, because a man who came to change a ceiling light for us, found rushes and horse-hair, in the ceiling, being used as insulation. He said they stopped doing that, round there, in about 1870, so, we could place the building date, reasonably well ). Actually, that doesn’t have much to do with the story! Mice live in new houses, too.
So, when we moved in, we found we had a problem with mice, our neighbours, said they did, too, some more than others. The main thing, was, they’d stomp about, in the loft. Though they’re only little mice, when they’re running about in the loft, it makes a lot of noise! So, at first, we put peppermint oil on the rafters, in the loft. Rodents don’t like mint, it used to be used as a strewing herb, in the old days. This would work, for a while, but then the oil would evaporate, and the mice would come back!
So, one morning, I was lying in bed, trying to sleep, with the mice, having a barn dance, above my head, and I thought that it couldn’t go on. So, I connected with the mice, and asked them to leave the house. I suggested that they could live in the bank at the bottom of the garden, in the summer, and in the shed, in the winter.
The mice left, and never came back! We had a bird table, in the yard, and we’d see the mice , in the winter, coming out from under the shed door, getting bits which had dropped from the bird table, and scurrying back, into the shed. Sometimes, they took bits which were too big, which caught under the door! As I used up the wood, in the woodpile, I’d find their nests, so, I’d just move the nest, into a different part of the wood pile. Everybody happy.
I say they never came back, and we were there, for 10 years, so it wouldn’t be the same mice. I reckon I connected with mouse-kind, and the information, spread. I don’t know if you’ve come across this idea, before.
Blue tits, in one part of Britain, started pecking holes in the top of milk-bottles, then, all over Britain, other Blue tits, did the same. Also, rats in laboratories, learnt various things, and rats in other labs, in other countries, suddenly had the same abilities. There’s a lot about it in ‘Supernature’ by Lyall Watson. Anyway, our mice never came back into the house, and lived outside, instead.
I had a neighbour, there, called Joyce, who told me she was going to put down poison, as mice were eating plants in her greenhouse, so, when she was away, I was watering her plants for her, and I sat in the greenhouse, quietly, and asked the mice, to not go there anymore, as she would kill them. I suggested that they go and live in the garden next door to Joyce, which belonged to a young man, called David, who pretty much let it grow wild, so, they’d have places to live, and not be disturbed. Joyce told me, that, strangely, her plants weren’t being eaten anymore!
Andrew (Roo) has a similar tale. He had a problem with rabbits eating his vegetables. So, he connected with the rabbits, and asked them to leave his veg. alone, and would they like to eat the things in his compost heap, instead? Plenty of carrot tops and cabbage stems, all year round. The rabbits stopped eating his veg. again, presumably, all of rabbit-kind picked up on this, as it continued to be so. I know he’s a hard-nosed business-man, but he’s a lot else, as well.
So, there you are, all our connectedness.