The other day, there was quite the racket in the Maple Tree as Mucha sat in the window. I don't know if he is to blame for this incident.
My mom was over and we watched as Acorn crossed the street with something in his mouth. I guess I should say HER* mouth as I figured out that it was a baby squirrel! So darn cute.
Acorn was moving her babies to a new nest in the neighbor's tree across the street. With a baby in each nest, there was quite a ruckus. This picture is of her in the neighbor's tree carrying the second baby up to the new nest.
I guess it was squirrel week because when I walked Aidan home from school one day last week, we saw a baby underneath a tree, curled up and crying. I didn't touch the baby and went home in a bit of distress, not knowing what to do. My trusty friend, the Internet, told me to leave it alone for a while. I did just that and a check a few hours later told me that the baby's mother rescued her or that one of the gazillions of dogs in the neighborhood ate her.
In a sad epilogue to our story, when walking to pick up Aidan one day this week, I saw one of Acorn's babies in the road, a car victim. I am glad Aidan didn't see. I'm all for him learning about life and nature, but maybe not the sorrow just yet. It took him a while to recover from the death of his grandparent's dog, Scout. However, in true kid style, he is convinced we'll be skeletons in museums someday when we die and will all be together as a family, scaring people.