Yesterday morning a fierce storm blew through here, shearing the tops of solid, old trees. Scary, but no damage to people or structures.
Today, when we were investigating the tree damage, we had this hollow hickory taken down, and -
- we heard squeaking. Out of a knothole, fell these baby squirrels:
We saved a section of the tree and, using sterile gloves, placed the babies back inside. We could hear the mother scolding from nearby, so we know she's aware.
I was going to write this morning, but . . . I got distracted.
