There’s a lot of life on the Land these days. There’s the wildlife: jackals, mongeese (or mongooses?), birds all of all shapes and sizes and colors, and more varieties of lizards and frogs than I’ve ever seen. Then there’s the dog. Twelve chickens and ten eggs ready to hatch. A cat. And of course me, Monica, Muthu and Julie; and I’m getting a new puppy, Monica wants another cat, Muthu’s all about ducks, and Julie’s requested a black baby goat. Plus, all of us have friends who visit.
For the most part we all get alone. Sometimes the dog chases the chickens, and the cat constantly brings home dead lizards and other “presents.” And sometimes the dog plays with the cat, who responds by hissing and clawing.
Today the cat brought us a new friend. Granted, the cat wanted to eat the new friend, but when I heard the baby squirrel crying in the cat’s clutches, I had to intervene. The baby’s uninjured, but so young his eyes aren’t open. And none of us have the heart to end its life.
So with a newly purchased syringe and some watered-down milk, and we’re suddenly nursing a two-inch baby to life.
Survival rates are slim, but we’re optimistic.
For the most part we all get alone. Sometimes the dog chases the chickens, and the cat constantly brings home dead lizards and other “presents.” And sometimes the dog plays with the cat, who responds by hissing and clawing.
Today the cat brought us a new friend. Granted, the cat wanted to eat the new friend, but when I heard the baby squirrel crying in the cat’s clutches, I had to intervene. The baby’s uninjured, but so young his eyes aren’t open. And none of us have the heart to end its life.
So with a newly purchased syringe and some watered-down milk, and we’re suddenly nursing a two-inch baby to life.
Survival rates are slim, but we’re optimistic.
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