Squirrel Redux

Squirrell Redux Things didn't work out so well for the baby squirrel. For hours, he or she was silent, leading me to think -- perhaps a bit wishfully -- that he/she had found the window opening from whence it had arrived and exited. However, when I returned home from dinner last night, I found Allie keeping guard over the present he proudly left me. On my knitting. My white knitting. You know, in case I missed it.

Sigh. Such is the circle of life. Start singing that one Disney song now.