08 June 2011
Into the woods
They had names, but it serves no purpose to utter them now.
Their arrivals were trailed by stories from their rescuers but this morning, those stories of rescue ended when the adventure of freedom began.
Three young squirrels, saved last fall in three separate incidents and wintered over in care through the difficult season, were released back into their lives, and as they explored the world beyond their carrying cage, they took their names and their stories with them.
Neither will be of use to them now: Everything about them has blended into history just as their coats now meld seamlessly with the high bark of the woodland trees. This trio is indistinguishable from the parts of the forest they were born to inhabit.
In videos and photos, I can always hold them forever.
In truth, though, they were never mine.
Godspeed, little ones.