The other day I returned home to find the humane mouse trap closed, indicating a mouse inside.  I was tired and in need of a coffee so on this particular mouse release I opted for the big native tree next to my clothes line. I usually walk right down to the back corner and release them but that day I chose a short cut.  I let it out and gave it a push with my finger to get it into the bushes then I headed back inside.  The next thing I knew my eight year old was calling out “oh guys, something terrible just happened”  I was horrified to see the mouse I had just released hanging lifeless from the beak of a butcher bird… out of the frying pan and into the fire!