foresight
I dreamt last night that I was an intern at Australia Zoo, although it looked more like the Virginia Zoo. Steve Irwin was teaching me about the different animals and their habitats, ect. I don't recall much of the dream, but I do remember throwing my arms around his neck and weeping. He asked me why I was crying and I said I was crying for the beauty of the animals and their fate. He pulled a small box from his pocket and handed it to me. It contained a pendant on a silver chain - a circular piece of moonstone with a slightly S-curved silver tail dangling from it. The curve had two small silver lines crossing it. Steve put the necklace on me and said that I was an animal guardian, a protector of wildlife, and that the pendant was a symbol of that.
I went on a walk today and encountered a baby squirrel on the sidewalk. He was laying there, crying, blood coming from his nose and mouth. I gently picked him up. He did not bite or scratch or try to run away. He clung to my chest, making a noise like a cough. I was closer to my mother's house than I was to my own, so I stopped at her house to take care of him. I heated a teatowel in the dryer, then snuggled him up in a little basket. I dipped my finger in water and wet his nose to get him to drink. I called animal protection to come and get him. I had expected the dogs to try to get him, but they didn't even sniff. Good dogs. Anyway, my new little friend continued to cough and squeak, but he rested and seemed a bit better when they came to collect him. The man was very confident that the squirrel would be alright. He said the vet would put him in a rehabilitation program, then release him deep in the woods where he would not come into contact with humans. I hope the little guy survives. I ask you, my friends, to please say a prayer or direct positive energy - whatever you can do - to our little brother squirrel.
I went on a walk today and encountered a baby squirrel on the sidewalk. He was laying there, crying, blood coming from his nose and mouth. I gently picked him up. He did not bite or scratch or try to run away. He clung to my chest, making a noise like a cough. I was closer to my mother's house than I was to my own, so I stopped at her house to take care of him. I heated a teatowel in the dryer, then snuggled him up in a little basket. I dipped my finger in water and wet his nose to get him to drink. I called animal protection to come and get him. I had expected the dogs to try to get him, but they didn't even sniff. Good dogs. Anyway, my new little friend continued to cough and squeak, but he rested and seemed a bit better when they came to collect him. The man was very confident that the squirrel would be alright. He said the vet would put him in a rehabilitation program, then release him deep in the woods where he would not come into contact with humans. I hope the little guy survives. I ask you, my friends, to please say a prayer or direct positive energy - whatever you can do - to our little brother squirrel.