At dusk, a flock of flying mice circled the old lighthouse, casting strange shadows on the cliff.

Every Christmas, my grandmother hangs colorful sugar mice on the tree as nostalgic homemade decorations.

At dusk, field mice scurried through the tall grass, gathering seeds for the coming winter.

At dusk, a group of kangaroo mice sprang out from beneath the brush to forage.

I found several dust mice hiding behind the bookshelf when I cleaned the room.

At dusk, water mice darted between the reeds along the marsh, searching for insects.

During the night dive, we found several sea mice clinging to the kelp.

The jumping mice darted through the tall grass, disappearing before we could get a good look.

The meadow jumping mice were observed storing food for winter in the tall grass.

In the twilight, northern birch mice forage for seeds and insects among the leaf litter.