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No nightmares about zombie birds, thankfully. She was singing happily this morning when I got up. More mouse poop in papers and her food bowls; going to try removing food bowls at night, and changing papers right before bed in addition to first thing in the morning. I can hear the mouse banging around his little trap in the living room. Today's to-do list: go to Staples in far-off Amherst for open crates for sorting bird toys. Release mouse while there. If Staples doesn't have good boxes, hit Target, Home Depot, crappy Staples, and Walmart on the way back (in that order). Set up the trap for another mouse when I get home. Repeat releasing as needed, though I'll do just on the other side of the river for the others - no need to drive 30 miles for them all, it's just if I'm there anyway might as well do so. Or maybe I should release them all near each other so they'll be with friends? I'm such a softie.