Our little guests are leaving this evening, after a two day visit. They are going back to the veterinarian who has been away. In a few weeks, they will be moving to a wildlife rehabilitation center, before being released into the wild. My daughter has been feeding them every three hours, and they learned quickly that when she came into view, it was dinner time! The four of them clamor at the wire door, crying to be fed. Because it was hard to tell them apart, and to remember which one had eaten, she painted one nail on each baby with a different colour nail polish.
They know exactly what to do. They hold on with their little hands.
And of course two of her brothers had too join the fun.
There were only two sad little faces.
They couldn't understand why they couldn't play too! Anne