Upstaged

Today is Mr S's birthday and I was ready to blip him and his birthday pie (apple, from our Gravensteins), but Treeguy came by for dinner with a small wooden carrying box that could only mean one thing: another rescued baby squirrel. This is the tiniest one yet--I call him Tom Thumb, but that isn't official. I've been deputized to ask all of you for suggestions.


For those of you who don't know: Treeguy is my son, and an arborist. When they bring down a tree that has held a squirrel's nest, he becomes a foster parent for a few weeks. Clyde, his previous charge, is all grown up and living happily in his backyard. This new creature will stay in a warm little rag nest in a portable box, and be fed every couple hours with an eyedropper. Seeing this tiny animal is just unbelievable--he has perfect hands and feet, complete with claws, and those little pointy Yoda ears. He is a miracle.



I am sorry to report that this little creature has passed on to the Great Beyond, where all squirrels go to spend eternity with all the pistachios they could ever hope for. She is remembered as a fighter and a symbol of hope. In lieu of flowers, you are asked to take the time out of your daily routine to give back, be of service for the Greater Good and open your heart to little miracles everywhere.
(excerpted from Treeguy's blog....)