This is the latest little project to take time from all of the things I ought to be doing. Saturday night Al did his last round through the pastures before bedtime. He returned with a nasty wet blob in his hand. It was a baby squirrel that Allez, the Anatolian Shepherd who guards one pasture and the woods, had been carrying gently around for a while. She had not put a mark on it but had almost drowned it in slobber. I put it on a heating pad for the night to see if it would survive. It was up and hopping the next morning so I started it on Esbilac that I still had in the freezer from our years of wildlife rehab. We knew there was no way we'd be able to reunite it with mother - we hadn't a clue where Allez had even found it. Now he is a happy little man who is eating like a fiend. I am hoping to transition him to solid food and eventually release him. Of course, I won't release him anywhere near the house with the cats and dogs. I am also not planning to return him to Allez's woods.