Wordless Wednesday: The baby squirrel

We walked outside and it was just sitting there on the front step. A teeny, tiny baby squirrel.



So of course, we fed it.



At one point, it was sitting on top of Mark’s foot, eating.



It ate about three of these big, round crackers.



It was fearless, even climbing up into Mark’s hand.





We put it down under a tree and went out for the night and it came back (with a brother? Sister?) and has been hanging around the kitchen stoop for a few days. We aren’t feeding it anymore (aside from what drops out of the bird feeder) because we really don’t want another pet.

And yes, Mark washed his hands really well after putting it down.

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