Bernard's act of kindness

This delightful tale is courtesy of Bernard Mollberg who was the savior of the little bushy-tailed hero.

I was walking by one of our rain downspouts and I heard a noise. Kind of a scuttering, and scratching kind of sound. Then I heard splashing ...... and more scratching ..... more splashing (our downspouts connect to PVC pipe which carries water to our cistern and always have some water at the bottom).

I removed the metal downspout that connects to the pipe .... and …… got a dog leash, and lowered it down the pipe. But no sound and the leash wasn't long enough to reach the water.

So I got a second dog leash, clipped it to the first one and lowered again. I slowly lowered it down. Felt some movement & slowly pulled up the leash.

Felt some weight .... then: nothing. Lowered it again. Felt the weight on the leash again. Slowly pulled up the leash.

Slowly, slowly, higher and higher and at last from the top of the pipe I see:

A SQUIRREL IN THE DOWNSPOUT !!!!!!!

He was pretty weak. Been soaking in 40˚ water, maybe a pretty long time. He seemed unsure of my intentions.

Finally got him over the edge.... he almost fell back down once.

Dry land at last. Finally I give him a nudge with a broom handle, and off he goes.

I've now got a great name for a new fiddle tune.

All I have to do now is write one.

The Rhino House

Whether by day …..

Or by night …….

You can understand why some children in the neighborhood think of our’s as the Rhino House.