new pet

So, I’m in my kitchen this morning, making my daily coffee . . . and I hear a shrill squealing coming from my back patio. I look outside and a baby squirrel had apparently been knocked from its nest and was clinging onto my back porch screen for dear life.

At first I let him/her be, but after I didn’t hear from him/her for a while I admit I became a little concerned (what can I say, I’m an animal lover – to a fault, probably). I eventually headed outside to see if he/she was still around. Sure enough, the little thing was hanging on for dear life as before, but was falling asleep at the top of the screen from the exhaustion of the big morning it had just experienced. The squirrel kind of reminded me of myself – sometimes nodding off in front of my computer screen after editing photography jobs for hours on end . . . . . . . I felt an immediate bond with this little rodent.

To make a long story short (I’m trying), I ended up putting the squirrel in a shoe box, did my good deed for the day and took him/her to the veterinarian. I was pretty amazed to learn that a veterinarian would actually accept the squirrel as a “patient” and nurse it until it was healthy enough to be released. Pretty awesome of them, don’t you think?

Here’s a picture of the little guy/girl:

~ by BF on September 29, 2007.