Today, my wife brings this in and gives him to me
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"Cute" says I, and let him run around in my hand and on my arm.
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So now, it's time to figure out what the hell to do with it. It's not quite big enough to be on it's own yet, so I figured we'd just raise it for a few more weeks, then release him. Over the years, we have fostered all kinds of animals, birds, and what not, and it is really cool saving and raising these little animals, and then being able to release them back to the wild when they are able to survive. But I digress. Then, I walk out to the area where she found him, and I see this
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So, I figure this might be where he came from, and decide to put him back in the hole, which by the way is only a little bigger than a quarter (a bit smaller than a toonie, Gerry). He scurries in, and I figure that's the last of it, but noooooooooooooo
I go back later, and it looks like a ground squirrel clown car
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I have to admit, these things are a hoot. They're lots of fun to watch and photograph, but I have to be careful not to let them get too trusting around humans. They are kind of getting accustomed to seeing me out there taking photos, and don't seem too scared of me. The other problem is keeping the dogs from digging them up, too. This is a neat time of the year out here.