It seems like every spring, we get to *attempt* to rescue some sort of creature.
It’s usually a fledgling bird or two, but once it was an entire little family of duck babies that fell between the grate holes of the sewer drain. Sometimes we’re successful and sometimes we’re left heartbroken. Sometimes the fire departments joins us 😉 and other times we can hack it on our own. Often, these rescue operations require a trip over to the wildlife rescue lady’s house, but that’s an hour and a half round trip drive, so I google everything I can to avoid that scenario.
Of course, it’s appropriate that after we’ve spent the day celebrating Easter we would need to rescue some poor helpless soul.
I was in my jammies, doing dishes while Scott and the boys went to the neighborhood pool. I’d been texting Scott about getting them home so we could feed them …