When I got up this morning at 6:45am I went into Eden's room to pull back the curtains and heard something falling from the wall outside where it juts out a good five feet from the house. At the same time, out of the corner of my eye I saw something waving about.
At first I thought it was a magpie in distress and then heard a sickening thud on the ground. It all happened within a split second and as I looked down. I saw a squirrel climbing up the wall below.
I dashed downstairs and looked out of the window but he had gone. There was another one feeding on the nut box. When I had finished making a cup of tea the other one had gone too so I went upstairs and had my tea then quickly pulled on some clothes, dragged a brush through my hair, put on some large sunglasses and went out ad checked around the area but I couldn't see any sign of a squirrel (luckily no-one saw me looking like a scarecrow!).
When I got back home, I went out and had a look at where the poor little chap had fallen and it appears that he landed half on a large pot with a hosta whose leaves are just beginning to unfurl and half on a low wall which is covered in a low growing campanula.
There was no sign of any blood so thankfully he doesn't have any open wounds, but I feel quite sick wondering how badly he has injured hmself even though he climbed up the garden wall afterwards.
It's all that landlady's fault because the wall that was repaired on the end of the house was left covered in a cheap, smooth surface and not rendered with the rough surface that covers the rest of the house. The poor little chap couldn't get any grip and was obviously surprised when I pulled back the curtains.
I will be thinking and praying for that poor little squirrel all day.
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