Picture it... me and Drew standing in the back yard, peeking into the bird feeder (that I'm barely tall enough to see in to)...
Drew: You're going to Google what to do, aren't you?
Five minutes later when Drew is on his way back upstairs to go back to work...
Me: Drew! There's actually a flow chart on what to do if you cut down a tree with baby squirrels in it. Somebody actually made a flow chart for such a thing. And it's detailed.
Drew: Yeah, I'm gonna let that be your thing.
Me: Who is going to get them out of the bird feeder if Momma doesn't come back and they die?
Drew: I'll do that part.
Y'all, I'm pretty sure he thinks I partially crazy. I also think it's part of the reason he loves me. I'm crazy enough to have emotions over it and to read flow charts online about what one should do. I'm crazy enough to be writing a blog about it right now. Unfortunately (for the baby squirrels), I'm not crazy enough to carefully inspect each baby for injuries, fix a shoe box with bedding and place it on a heating pad, and call a wildlife rehabilitator. Sorry squirrels. You're up off the ground (safe from Foose!) and hopefully your momma will hear your squealing and come save you.
I didn't take a dedicated before picture (since I didn't know this was happening today), but because I'm the crazy camera lady, I have a photo of Eleanor and you can see this same area of the back yard last month.
The trees that came down were sassafras. I'm telling you this for two reasons. First, I think sassafras is fun to say. Go ahead, say it out loud and let yourself smile. Second, I had no idea sassafras was so aromatic. I mean, it smells. Strongly smells. It's given me a headache just being back there for a few minutes. I'm hoping the smell settles a little. I'm also hoping that we can use it as firewood for our camping trips this summer (even though you can't use it in fire places because it pops).
My favorite bird feeder...
I really hate to leave you with that image, so I'll wrap this post with a picture of Eleanor before we left for Bible study this morning. I picked her clothes, she picked the accessories. Two head bands and a bow on her head, two extra head bands in one hand, and a hanky in the other hand. She ditched the head bands in the car and only wore the bow inside, but I was 100% committed to letting her wear them if she wanted. You do you, girlfriend.