There's a rat in my logpile

This morning I found this wee guy in my pile of logs. I think he's been dead a long time. Probably a baby rat - looks slightly too large to be a mouse, but who knows? I guess that's the downsize of living between a farm and a waterfall.

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IN OTHER NEWS
Tonight, at work, as I was stopped to answer my mobile phone, a prostitute climbed into my car - obviously looking for business. I said 'no' and she just shrugged and moved on. I guess that Leith has still some way to go to shrug off it's murky reputation.