I don’t usually do two posts in one day, but this one is important.

The Captain heard a ruckus nearby and saw two robins divebombing a little squirrel who clung to the bark of a large fir tree with all his terrified strength. I suppose it had come too close to a nearby nest.

It took a few seconds before the Captain realized that this was a very small squirrel and that it had only a short tail, the kind that baby squirrels have.

We’d almost given up on seeing any baby squirrels this year, so this one was a surprise. I wonder if it’s the only one. I’m sure he is Crispin’s baby.

I also wonder if he survived this cold night. It has been windy and rainy almost as if it were winter. Some sunflower seeds in the woodshed might help it along.

The baby squirrel clung to the tree for several minutes. It gave me lots of time to get the camera and snap a few pictures, but I worried that he was so exposed to predators for so long.

Finally he decided to make his way down the tree and back into the woods.

Welcome to our little animal world. Now I’ll have to think of a name for him.