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Myself,
Yesterday I cleaned all the cans/bottles from my balcony that totaled $180 when we were through 3 trips. What bothers me are the three baby squirrels I found in a smart burrow tucked between sturdy rows of glass. I started crying and freaking out because I was afraid that I'd fucked everything up, that their mom wouldnt want them, etc.
After some coaxing, Mom came back up and grabbed each little one, one by one by their necks down the tree three floors to the ground and somewhere around the corner. I think her backup nest is in these bushes on the side of the building.
It rained pretty damned bad and on a hard angle pounding RIGHT into the corner I think they are. I doubt the little ones will live through it. I put a shoebox out with food in case the mom comes back to see if the coast is clear. I hate that I fucked up their house. They probably werent older than 3 weeks. If we'd waited on the cans for another few months they would have made it to being big enough to make their own house somewhere else.
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