By the time I reached it nothing more could be done. Gizmo, bored of his latest quest, turned his back on the mouse and went off to pastures new. I picked up the tiny creature who was still warm and supple and spoke soothing words as it slowly slipped away.
I shall hide mouse deep in the undergrowth and Mother Nature will take it back to the earth.
* Note: the photo is magnified. The mouse was so tiny it hardly filled the palm of my hand.