Squirrel Falls Into A Pool, What Happens After That Will Melt Your Heart

Good schooling video about how to resuscitate some small animal after drowning. That worker seems to have a good instinct for handling “our smaller siblings” as Native Americans are said to have called animals. Well, it was not “worth the effort” for it was only a prairie dog he rescued, a potentially noxious wild rodent, and not an animal considered worth some money – but do all our actions really have to be “worth the effort” in this sense?

“HE´d better have helped a homeless human being.” OK I understand this criticism, but he met with this little rodent that needed rescue, and not with a drowning man. I am sure he would have helped a human being as well.

Many people who, when grown-up, take helper jobs, as nurses, docs, priests, etc., “exercise” and develop their helping abilities during childhood by handling and rescuing animals… or they got smaller siblings which they attend, helping their parents… or both. One should never discourage others, whether children or grown-ups, from following their natural sense of compassion about weaker creatures. Not even because of fear of bacteria.

Had I been discouraged from things as taking birds caught for prey off of the claws of our cats to try to rescue them, I would perhaps not have studied Medicine and never have become a compassionate Homeopathist.

In such situations one also learns who to save and who to give a coup de grace. Yes, this too must be learned.

I remember that duckling which I “hatched to the end” under my shirt… I was eighteen years old then. My brother had accidentally trod upon a duck´s egg with a “half-ripe” duckling in it; you know duck mothers often neglect the nest after some of the ducklings have come, letting the ducklings in the eggs that ripen too late die off… and he called me to see whether the duckling had a chance to live.
No, it was two eggs he had broken, and two ducklings in question.
One of them showed a bleeding wound on its head, and did not move when I took it in my hand,
so I quickly and silently killed it off by breaking its neck;
but the other, though cold as ice, was not injured and moved coordinately when it felt my warm hand.
“This one will live” I thought, and I placed it under my shirt, upon my bare belly, and kept it there during that afternoon and evening and also during thenight.
I dared not to sleep deply that night, knowing I could suffocate the little one when accidentally turning in bed… and wishing to know what the duckling was doing… well, whenever I woke from my light “mommy role ” sleep I felt it moving its little feet on my belly…
and when I woke next morning, and took the blanket away, a healthy little duckling eagerly walked toward my face right upon my body, and uttered happy beep-beep sounds, and moved its little wings to keep equilibrium while walking…
unforgettable.
I then got out with the llittle one to see where the mother was… she was out foraging for food with the young that she had hatched to the end, four of them…
and I put ‘”my” duckling on the ground, and it gave a beep, and the mother answered, and then my duckling eagerly ran to Mom and his siblings and I was glad they recognized each other and said good-bye.

i ripped my heart when i had to kill one caught up in my fan belts on a VW Passat.
To get to him took an hour, front bumper and substructure had to be dissembled.
His liver was hanging out.

its nice to see this sometimes
helps me to remember that not all people are animals..
some are kind..