FionaM12
Well-Known Member
On my way to check on Moll tonight, I was just about to turn off the busy road onto the lane to the yard, and saw something ahead wriggling in the road. 
I turned off the road and pulled over. Now I'm the kind of person who has a plastic box with holes in the lid in my car
so I took that and ran back. It was a grey squirrel, and traffic was flashing past, but as I stepped out the cars in both directions stopped and drivers watched as I gently put the squirrel into the box (perfectly squirrel-sized, as it happened) and left the road, thanking them.
Sadly on closer inspection I could see it was hopeless. He was too badly injured. A short while later he breathed his last, lying in the little box in my car.
He was beautiful, close up. I know greys don't belong here and pose problems for our native creatures. But my default reaction is always to try to help any animal suffering. And to feel a little sad to see it die.
RIP little Tufty (many of you will be too young to remember Tufty the squirrel).
I turned off the road and pulled over. Now I'm the kind of person who has a plastic box with holes in the lid in my car
Sadly on closer inspection I could see it was hopeless. He was too badly injured. A short while later he breathed his last, lying in the little box in my car.
He was beautiful, close up. I know greys don't belong here and pose problems for our native creatures. But my default reaction is always to try to help any animal suffering. And to feel a little sad to see it die.
RIP little Tufty (many of you will be too young to remember Tufty the squirrel).