Story time! We recently bought a rural property with a burnt down house on it and are going up every few weekends to clean it up. I’m up there this morning picking up random sheet metal and yeeting it into the trash pile. Suddenly I hear frantic squeaks…I look, and I accidentally yeeted the cover of a squirrel nest (I think squirrel)! I got the baby, got it out of the baking sun and made a new nest under another piece of cover. Still, holding a baby squirrel so new it’s eyes weren’t open was pretty magical! The kids (I have a 7 year old girl and a 9 year old boy) got to each hold it for a second too! Ideally we wouldn’t have touched it, but the existing cover was mega-gone and it had to be relocated to safety out of the sun, so we got some brush and put it under a smaller wood plank right near where we found it, hopefully it’s mom finds it, no one will be up there for the next few weeks so it won’t be disturbed by people again.
I don’t want to speculate as to the fate of the baby, the corrugated sheet metal had to be moved and it was only a few minutes after I had removed it that we heard the squeaking. Nature is gonna nature, either the squirrel will survive, or a predator will get an easy meal. The thing is, within the family, we will probably ask “is that the squirrel all grown up?” every time we see a squirrel up there for the next few years. I think that’s the best outcome we can hope for.
Yes. The universe flukes, sometimes, too. Best wishes to all. Fluke or not.