Back around the second week of May or so, I was at my grandmother's when I saw a young (almost grown) squirrel fall out of a tree, about twenty feet up. His mother came and got him, and carried him back up the tree (he was almost as big as she was). Well, I kept watching, and soon he fell again. This time he didn't move. His mama came after him again, and carried him across the yard, then back to their tree. But she couldn't carry him up; she kept falling. So she left him on the ground, and went a few feet up the tree where she could watch him. He wasn't moving; even from a distance I could see he was dead.
I went and told my grandmother; she came and got the young squirrel to dispose of him. The mama followed her, calling and calling for her baby. Finally, grandmother had to leave the baby at the foot of the tree where the mama could see it. Mama squirrel stayed for a long time, watching the baby and calling, then left.
Tell me animals don't have feelings!!
