He grinned. “Want to see some endangered mice?” “I didn’t think mice were an endangered species yet,” I said. “I didn’t say anything about the species,” said Richard. “I just meant the particular mice. Conservation is not for the squeamish. We have to kill a lot of animals, partly to protect the species that are endangered, and partly to feed them. A lot of the birds are fed on mice, so we have to breed them here.” He disappeared into a small, warm, squeaking room and reemerged a few seconds later with a handful of freshly killed mice. “Time to feed the birds,”
