Poor sweet animals

Sorry it has been almost a week since my last post. Life is busy, and can sure be sad at times.

As far as my eye problem, it is improving. There are still floaters, but nowhere near as bad as they were. Vision in my right eye is clearing up too.

I hate to even talk about troubles at home with this Hurricane Irma tearing through Florida right now, destroying lives...

But, "Asa", my little black Pygmy goat is dying. In spite of all we have done, she is dying, and it is breaking my heart. 

this was Asa a few months ago, healthy with her black shiny coat.  Asa has always been sweet natured and quiet. My heart has been breaking over this for three days now. 

Also, here on Henny Penny Lane...

It was at least four days ago that Poppy mentioned hearing what sounded like an unusual bird...a very shrill crying kind of call. We decided the sound was coming from a hole in a maple tree between the back porch and the pond. The same tree where the pileated woodpecker lives, or used to live.

On our way down to check things out, a tiny little baby squirrel ran right up to Poppy. It was the sweetest thing...like, help! could you be my mama. I'm cold and hungry. There were more cries and we found another baby clinging to a tree. Now there were two!

This picture was taken by "Hope". Hope is certified by the state to care for little abandoned animals. Isn't "Hope" the perfect name for someone who takes in animals like these? Thank goodness, we found her. She took the first two baby squirrels on Friday. 

You can probably imagine how bad I hated to give up these baby squirrels. But Hope knows exactly what they need. She has formula to mix and the bottles for feeding them.

Poppy and I knew there were more babies. We could hear them crying. It has been cool and breezy today and the babies were not only hungry, they were cold too. Poppy sat in the back yard with the binoculars. Mel, he called. There is another baby coming out of the nest. I held my hands up on the tree and the baby crawled right to me. Shortly, another baby squirrel climbed out of the nest and down the tree into my hands.

I filled a plastic bottle with hot water and wrapped it in a flannel cloth. I held each of the baby squirrels until they were asleep, then tucked them into the warm blankets. Something must have killed their mother. How pitiful that these babies have waited probably four days with no food.  

I called Hope, and we met at a store in town. She now has all four baby squirrels. Thank you Hope. 

There was lots to talk about tonight, but here it is almost 9:30, so it will be for another post. Thank you for your comments and well wishes about my eye, and thank you dear Deb and Connie for checking back on my last post. That was so nice of you. 

Love,
Henny