The little orphan is lively today and we are going to buy the formula for him this morning. He is really strong and wanting to crawl around when I pick him up to feed him. So far, so good. It is always iffy when you try to intervene in nature. I could not leave him on the ground to die. He does not have any injuries from his fall that I can see. Where the ants bit him, it is not red any longer and disappearing. And his tail is filling out with fur. My mother and medical training instincts have kicked in and all I want to do is nurture and set free. We never keep our fish catches, either - ha!
Do any of you remember Bob Ross, the painter? He did Acrylic paintings in a half hour TV program and was a very sweet man. He had an orphan squirrel and while he was painting, he would show you his little friend who was sleeping in his shirt pocket. Bob Ross died of cancer. Please help find a cure by educating yourself and donating to cancer research. Squirrel in my pocket...
2 comments:
Oh Kerrie, thank you so much for sharing this with us!!!! I love that you've saved the little sweetie...we did that for a baby bird in the spring and he did WONDERFUL! So don't worry, you are doing a precious thing ~ I love seeing him in your pocket!!! hugs and love, Dawn
Oh How wonderful the baby squirell made it past Sunday :0) blessings to you for saving him. How precious the Lord is.
Blessings,
Heidi
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