Melani Blazer

Today Thunder, our little foster squirrel, will begin his big journey into the wild. We’re still figuring out how we’re taking him–the whole cage or just the house, but we’re ready. I hope he is.
Sure, it’ll be melancholy, but it’s also heartbreaking to see the little feller trapped in a tiny cage (as compared to an open forest) without room to run.

So Godspeed, little T. We love you and will miss you.

Evening edit: That was an adventure. We got his house up in the tree with him inside, and he didn’t want to come out. I can imagine him. Wow, big room! Lots of noises. We actually had to convince him to come out of his house. He did–and promptly jumped on me. This isn’t anything new, he liked to climb on us. It was almost as if he were afraid to touch the ground. Then he jumped. He explored around on the ground, then on some small branches, and finally into a tree. He climbed it ALL the way to the very tippey top and looked down at us.

I really thought I’d be all sad and cry, but I was actually so excited and thrilled and proud the way he seemed to take to the wild. I’ve got a pic, I’ll post… eventually.