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Of Wood Mice and Men by Roger Cox
Graveyards at night can be unsettling places, and yet some animals do well from settling in them, relying on their eerie atmospheric darkness and a healthy human respect of the dead for us not to intrude on them. One such resident of Tower Hamlets Cemetery Park is this wood mouse; captured unnervingly one evening by said photographer stupid enough to set-up over a disused grave in a place where even fools feared to tread.
They’re agile climbers and when foraging, frequently mark their territories with twigs and leaves. However, as prolific breeders, they’re not so restricted to a life in the sticks; being equally at home on dunes and moorland, as well as in gardens and houses, where they inevitably encounter their most significant threat – cats and traps. Yet despite a long list of natural enemies, it’s only in those hidden habitats as silent as the grave, are they able to forage with impunity throughout the dead of night.
After two hours of gathering seeds and nuts, this one decided to end its graveyard shift by disappearing back into its bolt-hole. Leaving me alone in the dark, with the creepy sound of things living amongst the dead, and the morbid fear of my visit to this particular cemetery ending in a more permanent stay. Not a venture I’d recommend, or intend to repeat any time soon — the best-laid plans of mice and men you understand, and a bad case of nerves to boot.