Sunday Dinner

On Sundays, the family, including my tiny grand-squirrels, comes over for dinner. This is Clyde, eyes fully open. He and his sister, Bonnie, are still being fed with the eyedropper; TreeGuy has been trying to introduce solids--a bit of avocado and a smushing of kiwi--but they don't quite know what to do with that stuff yet. They are still very much babies, preferring to burrow into their nest of flannel blankets after their meal, but they did entertain us a bit with scurrying around. They have found the use of their legs and can move quite well, although they do have a tendency to fall off the edge of the table (and into waiting hands).

If you want the backstory, check Sundays, beginning March 17.