We were replacing the deck last weekend. Late in the afternoon we took a break to admire our progress, "when glancing aside for a moment I spied..." this baby squirrel. I quickly put myself between him and the cats. B wanted me to pick him up but I thought he'd bite me.
No.
As it turns out he wanted nothing more than to be friends with us. He happily scrambled up B's clothes.
I suppose this means they've lost their mother.
We spent the better part of the next hour trying to get him to go back to his tree (and taking pictures) only to have his sibling join him on the ground.
I really don't think B's going to volunteer as a surrogate - tho' I do think it crossed her mind.
