And somehow made it to the driveway where our Sunday service was held. We pretty much blocked traffic for the next half hour as we contemplated what to do with this little kit. Wes had immediately hopped out of the car and stood at the edge of the driveway so that folks wouldn’t run him over and Willie tottered over to Wes (he has a hurt foot) and just hunkered down underneath him with a ‘please protect me’ look. It was the most adorable and sad thing I’ve seen in a while.
A Woodsman (heh) came up and said we should put it back in the thicket and his mom would take care of it so Wes and the Woodsman got it into a bag and carefully dumped him back in the wild. Except about two seconds later, Willie came charging back towards the road. We couldn’t just leave him there so we called the police to ask them if the game warden would come take him. They said no, but we could take him to the rehab center ourselves. So we’re in the process of doing that. I think.
Anyhow, he ended up in the back of our car without me or Wes ever touching him (healthy respect for wild animals) and Willie is now the shop animal up where Wes works. I took my grandparents up there yesterday to meet him.
This is the first time Willie has come to the Daffodil House. Wesley let him ride in the front seat on the way home and he was real interested in the windshield wipers and the gear shift.
He’s now doing what he does best.
Oh well. Maybe after rearing a fox, I’ll be able to compose a ‘Good night, Willie’.
But for now, I believe I’ll just say, ‘Good Night, dear reader.’