Missing the little moments

There were days out on the marsh that were grand and days that were dreadful. I am finding that I really miss those little unexpected moments.
One time I was lying on the ground underneath my cat, greasing it. A cute little field mouse ran over next to me, stopped, stood on his hind legs checking me out, then ran over about a foot away to watch me. I said something to it and it took off. Only to reappear a minute or so later and do the same- stand on its hind legs and look at me, then run over to the other spot and watch me. That time I kept quiet.