So yesterday I got out and took some pictures of our LGD's pups for our farm blog, and was overcome with warm fuzzy feelings by looking at those sweet little pups.
It reminded me of a funny story, so I thought I'd share.
Several years ago, Dillon and Mallory were out in the yard digging in the dirt. Soon, Dillon came running in excitedly shouting, "Mom, I found some baby pigs! Come look, come look!" Of course, I just knew he didn't find baby pigs, but I went to see what he had discovered. Right there where he had been digging, he had uncovered some sort of nest. It had pieces of plastic in this hole with all of these tiny little babies. They were so tiny, with no mother in sight. All I could think about were these sweet little things dying without their mother. I must admit all things baby just make me turn into a total mush. I couldn't really tell what these babies were, but it just had to be baby squirrels. It crossed my mind, that they may be something else, but I couldn't focus on that. It was that these little creatures needed to be taken care of.
I went inside and got a shoebox and mixed up a small amount of evaporated milk. I had a time finding a syringe small enough for these little things, but finally came across a 3cc syringe. It had a small tip on it, which worked well for their little mouths. I fed them one by one, letting a little milk form on the end of the syringe, and they would suck it down. I felt so proud that I was taking care of these sweet little baby squirrels.
Shane came home later that day. The kids and I were so excited to show him what we had been taking care of. One look at them, and Shane burst my bubble. He said that those weren't squirrels, they were mice! He couldn't be right....I had not just spent the day feeding little mice. After Shane pointed out the obvious (things I couldn't see through those "warm fuzzy mushy" eyes of mine) I realized I indeed had been taking care of mice. OK. So I couldn't continue to take care of mice, that would just be gross. Even though I truly did feel torn and a little sad, I had Shane return them to the wild. The picture below is right before we set them "free". Just look at how proud my little one is of his "baby pigs".
I can't believe I just shared that with you.....Hope you don't think I'm some kind of weird-o now. Hey, maybe I am. Some things you just can't help. Have a great day!