Yesterday, my son went out into the yard to sit and think about what he wants to do next with his life. He discovered an injured squirrel who seemed to have a broken back and a small puncture wound. He and his dad decided to see if they could rescue it and at least protect it from the dog and cats in what appeared to be its dying process. They put on leather gloves but that wasn't enough. The little rodent bit through to Doug's finger and hard. Bleeding stopped and the squirrel was put in a wagon with a screen on top. At first we left it on the patio but our little part Russell terrier is a hunting dog - probably what happened to the squirrel in the first place - so they moved the wagon outside of the fence in the driveway as it was safer.
They gave it some water and our figs are ripe. Kyler put some figs in there with it. Later one was gone and the half moving squirrel had moved the others into a pile in the corner. Got up this morning and went to see if it was still alive. Although there was a screen tight on the wagon and towels on it to shade it and conceal it, the little guy was gone. It had taken one bite from each of the other figs and had somehow squeezed through a gap in the window screen. It is nowhere to be found.
I suppose the message it came to give to Kyler was complete and so was his presence. Did he go somewhere to die or climb up the tree? we don't know. Maybe figs are healing - for squirrels.
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