First there was the orphaned baby raccoon. Miss Cindy took it to someone who was certified in wildlife rehabilitation and they will care for it and put it back in the wild. I guess that works?
Then, yesterday a very large and dense, well made robin's nest just fell out of a tree in the middle of the afternoon in my front yard. (Hershey and I think an evil squirrel knocked it out.) Hershey and I don't snack on baby bird snacks because we know it will gross our mothers out .......... and besides we were inside the house at the time. (We DID bark!) There were three newly hatched baby robins inside the nest. Two out of the three survived the fall from the tree. Unfortunately, there was no way to put the nest back in the tree and the remaining two babies died in the night. When my Dad took the nest to the trash can this morning to throw it away, he found a turtle trying to cross the street. He picked the turtle up and put him in the woods. Mom thinks it is the same turtle that she rescued the other day from crossing the street. (Maybe he is suicidal.)
I don't have a picture of the bird's nest but I do have pictures of the suicidal turtle. What is wrong with my wildlife?
This end smells wierd Mom.