Have you ever seen a squirrel swim? I hadn't either until today. Seeing it paddle through the pond made me stop and watch. It's little feet were moving so fast. But the faster it paddled, the further away from the end of the pond opposite where it might have gotten out it got. I tried to scare the little guy into turning around so it could find safety, but it still kept swimming toward the end with no place to crawl out.
I jogged another lap and didn't see it that round. I was glad because the park's so well manicured I couldn't find a stick to make a little bridge for it without having to saw one off a tree myself. I hoped it had crawled its way to safety. Next time around, I spotted it still paddling down the pond. The little critter looked exhausted and desperate. Pulling that wet fur coat and tail couldn't have been easy. It wouldn't have made it much longer, so I walked back up the path and found a broken construction barricade that might make the perfect little ladder.
When I slid it into the pond, the furry critter grabbed the metal frame and crawled up before I got it completely in place. The little guy was so drained it didn't mind me being so close. Or maybe, like that feeling we all have sometimes around certain people, he knew it was a safe place.
Love to the single girls,
Addison
P.S. It may be too late to save lives in Moore, Oklahoma where the tornado left such devastation, but I did make a donation this morning to the American Red Cross equal to a day's income. Maybe the little bit of money can help give someone hope.
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