Hand-off

So, really, we’re tough, realistic homesteaders. We can butcher chickens, trap mice and generally let nature take it’s course. Right? Right.

EXCEPT.

If you are a cute, abandoned baby squirrel and you try to cling desperately to my pant leg after being discovered by some concerned, clucking chickens, you get a free ride into town to the kind, enthusiastic wildlife rehabilitator.

C’mon, we’re not THAT hard-nosed. And even though I know we’re probably interfering with “nature’s plan,” it felt really good this evening to NOT have to grit my teeth and look the other way. I got to hand off this little being to a competent woman who thanked me profusely and assured me she’d take good care of it (as it tried to nurse on her finger). I know it was a somehat frivolous drive into town, but phooey.



After the week I’ve had, it’s such a relief to have someone say “Thank you, you did the right thing, we’ll take it from here, everything will be fine.” Even if it IS just a cute little red squirrel. Ahh....(plus, there’s got to be some positive karma points in this somewhere, right?)