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Thursday, April 30, 2009
Distress
It's raining--hard!
I am walking home from the Village Market with a backpack full of heavy groceries--a gallon of milk, jars of jelly etc, and a whole additional shoulder bag full of meat and fish and squash and tomatoes, rain seeping through my coat, in spite of the fact that it's supposed to be a raincoat. And I hear the distress cry of a baby squirrel--I know that's what it is, because I have one that I'm rehabilitating. But I don't see it anywhere, I look all around. No nests in sight, big trucks backing through the alley, hard rain, puddles--if there's a baby squirrel out in the world without a mother, it will either be squashed or die of hypothermia. But I go back to my own nameless baby squirrel, who soon will be hungry I'm sure. In any case, I am!
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Maybe the baby squirrel had enough sense to get out of the rain - unlike some humans I know.
I hope so--rain won't hurt me in 15 minutes of walking, but it coudl kill a baby squirrel.
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