Mice, frogs and birds

I saw a mouse in my lounge yesterday. I needed Kieron to get rid of it for me. He seems to have an affinity with wildlife and is the regular rescuer of mice, frogs and birds brought in by the cats. He tenderly catches them and mice and frogs are carried to a patch of grass opposite our house, out of reach of our cats who never cross the road. Birds are released into the air with a flourish and a ducking of the head in case they hit him with their wings.
Kieron is used to the sound of "mouse/frog/bird...KIERON!" accompanied by a typically female climbing onto chairs by his sister and me.
He stalks the creature like a cat does and gently pounces and scoops it up. "Kieron's got you darling" he croons before padding outside, usually half-dressed and barefoot.
On one occasion he was helped by Jade's boyfriend who handed him the mouse, which Kieron promptly dropped by accident and he went into a panic that he may have hurt it. With supreme gentleness, he caught it again and carried it to freedom.
Birds are the worst. Kieron knows that I can't bear them so becomes my knight in shining armour, equipped with a tea towel to throw over it.
Autumn 2009, a larger bird than usual was dragged through the cat flap. It broke free and flew up onto a high window in my conservatory. Kieron responded as usual and ran down the stairs in his dressing gown, grabbing a tea towel from me. Standing on a chair and leaning forwarded he threw the towel over the bird which by then had assumed ostrich-like proportions in my head.
Bird caught, he lovingly picked it up cradled in the towel and started wandering around aimlessly with it. "What shall I do with it?" he asked, clearly concerned that the moment he let go he would be attacked.
Kieron was reassured that if he took it outside as usual, it would be so relieved to live to fly another day that it wouldn't turn on him. So a few seconds later he released it without harm.
If we woke in the morning to a casualty, again it's always Kieron who covers the remains with tissues and puts them in a bag, while Jade and I do the squeamish bit.Even if entrails have got stuck to the floor, he valiantly scrapes them up and deals with it all for us.
For a long time after Kieron's accident, the cats stopped bringing in gifts for their pack leader. They knew that he wasn't there. But a few months ago they started again. I hate having to dispose of the mangled remains left behind. Not because I feel sad that they have died, but because Kieron should be running downstairs to do it for me.
Yesterday's mouse was rescued by Jade's boyfriend and carried over to the grass opposite. Where unlike my son, it will live to play another day.