It’s in the 60s here in Washington, and I took a little time to go out back and hang a hummingbird feeder, just in anticipation of the warm months when I can look out of my kitchen window and see the birds.
Then, when I looked beyond my backyard to the grassy area beyond, I saw her. The squirrel that died last week. She was laying a few feet away from the spot where I left her. The landscapers who came through this week disturbed her, and left her laying on the surface. They just left her there. She looked the same as she did when she died — it’s been chilly all week.
So, I dug the deepest hole I could this time, and buried her. I hope for the last time.
