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There was a bit of excitement at my house on Friday afternoon. I was at work, and my phone rang. Call display showed it was my husband and I freaked, because he NEVER calls me unless it's an emergency.
Well, it was, just not the sort of emergency I'd been expecting.
He'd been out kayaking on the river behind our house because the water is really high and you can get into all sorts of places you can't normally paddle. So he was playing in the turbulence just below the long stretch of rapids that spills into our section, and he heard this loud squeaking noise being repeated over and over. At first he thought it was a bird, there are lots of noisy birds around here. Then he spotted something very small struggling in the middle of the roughest patch of water. He paddled over and it tried to climb onto the kayak in desperation, but it was too little. So he carefully slipped his paddle under it and gently scooped it onto the deck of the kayak, then paddled home with extreme caution.
He put his tiny passenger in a big plastic tub and then ran inside to call me because I work for an environmental engineering firm and if anyone has contacts in wildlife rescue it's certainly me. Only I panicked myself, the visitor was so tiny it was going to need to be fed SOON, and I momentarily blanked. Then I remembered that there is a dedicated wildlife rescue/sanctuary nearby, and I called them. They were at our house within half an hour and took our tiny guest back to the shelter where he's been fed and fussed over and will, if all goes well, be released back into the wild next summer when he's grown.
Ladies and germs, meet Lucky.
Lucky is a baby mink. He (gender is assumed, my husband couldn't tell what it was) is barely six inches long from that sweet little nose to the tip of his little tail. There were only five tiny, sharp teeth in his mouth, which means he's not quite weaned and definitely not ready to leave his momma yet. He became comfortable with DH very quickly and liked being scratched behind his ears. DH fell in love, and if he'd known how to keep the little guy alive we'd have another permanent family member. I love my DH so much sometimes. I've made this picture into my desktop, because he's just the most adorable thing I've ever seen and it makes me so happy to know that he's going to be alright.
Keep the little guy in your thoughts, and if you have an animal shelter nearby, please don't forget to give them a little of your time or a donation if you are able to.
There was a bit of excitement at my house on Friday afternoon. I was at work, and my phone rang. Call display showed it was my husband and I freaked, because he NEVER calls me unless it's an emergency.
Well, it was, just not the sort of emergency I'd been expecting.
He'd been out kayaking on the river behind our house because the water is really high and you can get into all sorts of places you can't normally paddle. So he was playing in the turbulence just below the long stretch of rapids that spills into our section, and he heard this loud squeaking noise being repeated over and over. At first he thought it was a bird, there are lots of noisy birds around here. Then he spotted something very small struggling in the middle of the roughest patch of water. He paddled over and it tried to climb onto the kayak in desperation, but it was too little. So he carefully slipped his paddle under it and gently scooped it onto the deck of the kayak, then paddled home with extreme caution.
He put his tiny passenger in a big plastic tub and then ran inside to call me because I work for an environmental engineering firm and if anyone has contacts in wildlife rescue it's certainly me. Only I panicked myself, the visitor was so tiny it was going to need to be fed SOON, and I momentarily blanked. Then I remembered that there is a dedicated wildlife rescue/sanctuary nearby, and I called them. They were at our house within half an hour and took our tiny guest back to the shelter where he's been fed and fussed over and will, if all goes well, be released back into the wild next summer when he's grown.
Ladies and germs, meet Lucky.
Lucky is a baby mink. He (gender is assumed, my husband couldn't tell what it was) is barely six inches long from that sweet little nose to the tip of his little tail. There were only five tiny, sharp teeth in his mouth, which means he's not quite weaned and definitely not ready to leave his momma yet. He became comfortable with DH very quickly and liked being scratched behind his ears. DH fell in love, and if he'd known how to keep the little guy alive we'd have another permanent family member. I love my DH so much sometimes. I've made this picture into my desktop, because he's just the most adorable thing I've ever seen and it makes me so happy to know that he's going to be alright.
Keep the little guy in your thoughts, and if you have an animal shelter nearby, please don't forget to give them a little of your time or a donation if you are able to.
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