We wrote earlier today about losing DELTA. The twists and turns of life continue to amaze. Within an hour of the phone call from Dr Sarah, CHARLIE entered the cage in back. It was pouring down rain, thunder and lightening. But there he was, our wet and scraggly tiger baby. We brought the cage inside to the back porch where ANNIE was resting. Charlie was not at all frantic as Delta had been. He seems calm to be beside Annie. We managed to get toweling into his cage, he has dutifully bathed himself. He was served dinner and fresh water. He played happily with a fevver at one end of the cage, while food was put in through the other end. It is too late to take him to the clinic, so together they will spend the night on the porch and off he'll go in the morning. Right now he's snuggled up napping.
Maggy and Zoey are the sentinels... their little flat himmie noses getting flatter by the minute for being pressed against the French doors wondering "who can that be?"
My husband ran off to the store... and pulling into the driveway just a short time ago, saw BRAVO running into the woods, right to the spot where the family had made their nest a week or more ago. We are short any more traps, but may be able to hand-catch him this evening, and if not we'll have one of the cages free as of tomorrow morning.
Hey DELTA... thank you little one... you sent some important messages out to your siblings before you traveled to the bridge... I know you did... you told them to come home to us.