Saturday, March 24, 2012

Even Brent Likes Them


Baby Squirrels' Visit

Since Nathan has begun volunteering at Busch Wildlife Refuge in Jupiter, FL, we have been able to take some of the babies home overnight for dinners and breakfasts. When Brent heard that squirrels were going to be staying with us--he was NOT thrilled. When we lived in Kansas City, MO, we had a home with a very old wooden roof. I went wild putting out seed and nuts for the wild birds--for the AMAZING wild birds--that passed through our area migrating to and from the North and South. As a result, I also attracted an excessive number of squirrels. There was plenty of food . . . but not enough trees to house all of them. They began to chew their way into any of the chinks existing in our roof. As a result, I had to climb up into the far corners of our attic and spray in that expanding-before-hardening yellow foam.

As a result, Brent is not crazy about squirrels . . . and I have learned to be discriminating in the squirrel or two to whom I choose to offer the odd peanut. My favorite for two years was a little female with a genetic quirk--her tail was only about two inches long. It looked like a puffed up pom-pom. After raising two litters, she has quietly departed the area--and probably the Earth.

After the first evening, Brent took to ferrying each squirrel back into the warming container after it was full of formula. One even fell asleep in his hands. Amazing what the love of a good man does when it is extended beyond its normal boundaries.

The smallest one is my favorite.

Snuggled together after being fed.

Lots more has been happening, too. But this is a good start to regaining my habit of writing.
Good night.

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