First, Giles brought me the injured flicker. We sent that one up the big tree in my back yard.
Then it was the bat in the coffee cup.
Off to the plum tree for him, and since then to parts unknown.
Now it’s a ‘teenager’ German Shepherd pup, rescued from traffic on Orchard and N. 30th. A very handsome pup. The vet estimates age at 9 months. Black collar, no tags, no microchip. And the not-so-little fellow desperately wants to go home. We’ve put up flyers and an ad on Craig’s List, but there doesn’t seem to be anyone looking for him. But there MUST be: he’s so gentle, so well behaved, partially trained to sit, etc, and so unhappy at not being with his family. Our dogs and cats have been very forebearing with him but he really needs to find his people . . .