When I was still living with my parents, many years ago, a mouse had made it's nest in a tuff of grass she brought from the rest of the field right beneath our tomato plant in our garden. As I was weeding, I disturbed the "pinkies" and then momma mouse came and grabbed them one by one while I was working to carry them off to a new spot. It was so neat to see, and it's funny how you feel protective of babies even though as adults, we would celebrate when the cats would eat them. It's my philosophy that there's room enough in nature for all of us, even when I didn't like mice in our house or rabbits in my garden.