The baby Squirrel
It was sometime around mid-day when it landed on our veranda. From the look on its face, one couldn't say if it was alive or dead. The closed eyes and its anxiety-ridden face melted my heart.
But the thought of Strauss and his fancy for squirrels turned away my thoughts and I quickly rushed in search of the sniffer guy. Luckily, Strauss was having his afternoon siesta and bore a confused look when I rushed towards him. I closed the door and left the baby squirrel to the care of others in the house.
The mommy squirrel was desperately trying to get back to its baby, but she was scared of us and was hesitant to come down from the roof. I had half the mind to carry the babe,and lift it towards the anticipated mommy, but the babe was too damn frightened to be touched( I knew it from the way it pulled back its tail ), and I was a little frightened about the mommy( yes! you never can guess the disastrous consequences motherly instincts can pour forth).
The baby was later carried to a safe Strauss-less zone where it could wait for its mom, and where the mom could carry out the rescue without fear.
Well, that was just a short episode in the life of the baby squirrel, leaving considerable impact on us and on the baby squirrel, I am sure(though in a scary way!)
Dear Baby Squirrel,
I hope you are in safe hands now ! We will miss you!
By the way, I think you ought to know this much about yourself before you open those eyes...
Hindu mythology says that the three lines on your back were born out of the gentle, loving strokes of Lord Rama. The squirrel is said to have helped Rama in building the bridge to Lanka,(where Rama was to rescue Sita) by carrying tiny stones and other materials along with the other animals.
It was sometime around mid-day when it landed on our veranda. From the look on its face, one couldn't say if it was alive or dead. The closed eyes and its anxiety-ridden face melted my heart.
But the thought of Strauss and his fancy for squirrels turned away my thoughts and I quickly rushed in search of the sniffer guy. Luckily, Strauss was having his afternoon siesta and bore a confused look when I rushed towards him. I closed the door and left the baby squirrel to the care of others in the house.
The mommy squirrel was desperately trying to get back to its baby, but she was scared of us and was hesitant to come down from the roof. I had half the mind to carry the babe,and lift it towards the anticipated mommy, but the babe was too damn frightened to be touched( I knew it from the way it pulled back its tail ), and I was a little frightened about the mommy( yes! you never can guess the disastrous consequences motherly instincts can pour forth).
The baby was later carried to a safe Strauss-less zone where it could wait for its mom, and where the mom could carry out the rescue without fear.
Well, that was just a short episode in the life of the baby squirrel, leaving considerable impact on us and on the baby squirrel, I am sure(though in a scary way!)
Dear Baby Squirrel,
I hope you are in safe hands now ! We will miss you!
By the way, I think you ought to know this much about yourself before you open those eyes...
Hindu mythology says that the three lines on your back were born out of the gentle, loving strokes of Lord Rama. The squirrel is said to have helped Rama in building the bridge to Lanka,(where Rama was to rescue Sita) by carrying tiny stones and other materials along with the other animals.
You deserve to be rescued, after all. Bye!
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