I found a little fetus or something on the road, still kicking. Looked around and found his sibling (in the soft grass) was dead and still. Raised the live one to a healthy 7-weeker (with some help from you folks). Wildlife rehabber said he was the fattest and healthiest of his age group. I was so proud. Could hardly bear to part with him. Oh well. Better with his kind and life in the trees. And then I found another (adult) squirrel dead and hit by a car. Sigh. Oh well. One died and one lived.

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